• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

School again. I dread going to school, no one to talk to. My class is full of people who haven't a clue of what reality is like. I see them laughing and joking without a care in the world and I envy them.

Extracts from this document...


A Gift Or A Curse? Have you ever felt like someone or something is trying to shield you from happiness? A kind of conspiracy holding you back. Or maybe God has either forgotten you or is punishing you for something but you don't know what? When your parents split up and you have to be moved about from house to house all over the country, is God there? Sometimes I think that every problem is a gift to strengthen you, make you stronger. But sometimes too many gifts can suffocate you and you begin to crack. Only now have I taken into account what is happening, realising what reality is. I hate reality. When I was younger, I always dreamt of what it would be like to be older, wondered what life was like. I spent so much time dreaming of the future, I forgot the present. ...read more.


Well I'm not normal. I hate everyone in the Goddamn class. My hands are clenching into fists under the table. I dig my nails into my arms to stop myself. This is happening way too often now... It's my next lesson, Humanities. I hate Humanities, my teacher is so arrogant, he thinks just because he's older he can treat me like a five-year old. Newsflash, I'm not 5 and I've probably had to grow up so much I feel like 25, well maybe not 25. He sets the work; I glare at him. "Don't pull that face at me, I don't choose the work for you" he's saying to me sarcastically. I hate it when he does that. He just has no idea does he? The fury is coming back. I can't take it any more. I jump up out of my seat. "You just haven't got a clue have you?" ...read more.


Well now this is just me, Jane." I turn and run just keep running. Out of the classroom, out of the school, across the school field and up the hill. I don't even know where I'm going. Everything is welling up inside me; all the emotion that has been locked away for years has now been unleashed. I could feel the anger; hatred, pain and regret, oozing out of me like a fountain of feelings. I stop running and I stand there, crying, screaming and shouting. Now these feelings are out of me they won't leave me alone, they swarm around me, stinging me, wounding me, scarring me. I can feel them return to me, hitting me in the face like a wall of stone. I fall to my knees. I'm crying and screaming so hard it hurts. "Please, God, if you're out there, help me. Take away all of this pain, I can't take it anymore. I just can't live on like this" Then I feel my head hit the ground and there is darkness. By Charly Austin ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe essays

  1. Love is just a dream. Dreams are not reality?

    The pictures that were shown were exactly like the ones he had seen in his dreams. Was it a coincidence or was it meant to be? As the final bell rang, to notify the start of college, Samir started rushing, as he wasn't to be late on his first day.

  2. Struck Reality

    Sophia had finally realised that this wasn't anything to do with the TV, this was reality. The words repeated over and over her head. 'we are not your real parents' 'we are not your real parents' Mum wasn't her mum?

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work