Creative Writing Coursework – 1st Draft
Angel
We lived in a grand house. It was commodious and genuinely exquisite. We even had a massive lake out front. It was a glorious blue and peacock green. Shades of blue and green swirled together to make the most beautiful lake ever. My mum’s eyes were ocean blue. The pale curve of her slender neck and the way her wavy chocolate brown hair draped down her back. She was the most beautiful woman ever. Not like me. My mum was a kindhearted person just like my dad. Mum had always been strict with me. Once she told me, I behaved “overindividualistically”. When I asked her what it meant she told me to “look it up”. It meant she thought I was ‘too independant’. She never thought that for my brother, now did she? He was a typical brother: an annoying brat. Still I loved him, the way I loved the rest of my family. This was my life. My perfect life.
