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Peter O'Connor 10DV 1st October Autobiography Dazzling It was virtually pitch black. The pale moonlight illuminated my room filling it with ghostly silhouettes. I slowly opened my eyes, concentrating all my attention on my sense of hearing trying to decipher the muffled noises outside. I heard snoring. Good, my mum was asleep. In the dark I smiled and rolled out of my bed to land cat like on all fours. I laid there on the floor straining to find any sign of movement in the next room. After what seemed like an eternity, I raised myself up and crept stealthily toward my wardrobe. Once there I held the door tightly with sweating palms, opening it an inch time praying that it would not emit its usual piercing screech. I quickly grabbed some dark clothes let the wardrobe with doors lock shut with a deep clunk. I froze. I caught a light creaking from the room opposite. Soundlessly I lay down on the floor face down and a cold sweat broke out over my face with my ear pressed tightly against the wooden floor. I heard the echoing bump of my mum going to the bath room. As I heard the metal bolt slide shut on the bathroom door my skin quivered in anticipation of retribution I would get for being awake at 3 am. I heard the toilet flush and as the bolt shoot back the muscles in my leg tightened with cramp and I winced hoping that my mum would walk past my room and not look in on me. If I was caught I would be stopped and told to go back to bed for my mum was a fond believer in at least nine hours sleep each night. The foot steps drew closer and then there was a pause... and a yawn... and my mum went back to bed. I punched the air in excitement. ...read more.


I listened to their conversation, but lost interest after a while when I remembered all the times before when my parents would agree on going somewhere but nothing would ever occur and when I would remind them they would tell me that they were too busy and that they would organise it later which they never did. So after lunch I cleared the plates away and went to my room. A couple of weeks later I arrived home to find my mum and dad sprawled on the living room carpet pouring over what seemed to be hundreds of holiday brochures, when I asked what they were doing they reminded me of their conversation in a rather annoyed tone and then ordered me out of the room. When I finally got bored of waiting I crept in the living room and found most of the brochures in a carrier bag and my mum was clutching the last three brochures circled in red pen at various places. She saw me and happily informed me that her and my dad had narrowed down all the alternatives to the last three. I looked at her bemused and asked what she was going to do next. My mum then told me that as this was my first holiday abroad I could choose what place we went too. I looked at the pictures for a long time; eventually I came to choose a small apartment block with a large kidney shaped swimming pool. My dad laughed and said that that was his favourite as well and he promised me that he would go in to town the next day and book our place. Nothing happened for a long time. I began to wonder why I wasn't getting pocket money any more but I didn't mention anything in case my mum started shouting at me about the state of my bedroom again. ...read more.


Everyone was looking at me as I walked to the air locked door. I felt conspicuous so I quickened my pace toward the edge of the plane. I quickly peered outside the window expecting to see marble pillars and old statues but all I could see was the pale yellow concrete the horizon stretching away like a barren desert. I wanted to hold my ears but I didn't dare look a fool in front of the nice air hostess! As I stood next to the airlock door I squinted ahead to make out a battered concrete square building and a faded blue bus with a well tanned man with a moustache standing next to it. Suddenly a hiss was released from the airlock and I stepped back as the squeaking hydraulics moved the door open and I felt a gust of hot air like when you stand next to a car with the bonnet up after the car has been on a long journey. My hands were sweaty and I could hear my heartbeat bang like a drum in my already throbbing ears. I was the first in the queue to exit the plane I was scared but I dared myself to go on without any one else. I stood in the shade of the plane and looked to the bottom of the landing gear. I fumbled with my sunglasses and the stepped out into the light. Dazzled the pain in my ears was soon forgotten when the sun hit me like a blast of acid in my eyes. My skin felt as though I had stepped into a hot shower as I went down the steep echoing steel stairway the sweat poured down my back. The feeling was truly breath taking as I could even feel the heat through my thick trainers. As I went to the bus, my eyes blinded, I thought about how luck I was to be in Corfu the dazzling jewel of the Aegean Sea. ...read more.

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