Original Writing - Stealing.

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Hayley Batchelor 11E

19th September 04

Original Writing Coursework

Stealing

A few questions? Hahaha, what do you take me for, a fool? Believe me sir I’ve sat in this chair many times before and I certainly know that this is going to take a lot longer then just a few questions! JESUS, you people! You bang me up in a dark, cold, emulsioned box and expect me to calm down! Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep on those wooden benches; you pigs really know how to treat your guests.

My mum and dad? Don’t patronise me! You lot have my files and know full well were they are, buried under tons of soil in cheap wooden boxes. Oh, so you do know the story huh? It seems everyone knows about my stuff. Let me refresh your memory…I was a mere ten years old, had everything a kid could want. My mum and dad took me on holiday. We used to play at the park, build sandcastles at the beach and snowmen in the snow, dad used to take me to work with him… those were the days, my rents were the best. But you see, people were jealous of what we had. Jealously is a powerful feeling, it can make or break a man. All my happiness was ripped from my heart in a couple of hours. A few drunks who were walking back from the local pub, threw a fag butt into our letterbox and woosh! Up went the house in flames, everything I had lost. Fortunately or unfortunately, which ever way you want to look at it, I was on a camping trip with the scouts, with that perv Mr Heinz. I was called home the next morning to find I was alone, everyone was a stranger, all memories were lost in the blaze, no pictures, nothing.  

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Yeah, my dad and I used to build snowmen, why are you so interested in that anyway… Oh I see now, you think I stole that snowman because of my dad! You’ve been chatting to that shrink of mine aint ya? He talks a load of crap, but you know what, maybe this time you lot are right, I was jealous. Yesterday on my way back to the hostel I passed hundreds off houses with decorations at the windows, Christmas trees and snowmen in the front yard. Family celebrations, all sat round their dinner tables, yeah that pissed me ...

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