Frustration. That’s what I felt all my life. Frustration . I hate that word. Let me tell you how it started: “DAD NO!!!” I screamed as a crazy driver hit dad at 60 km an hour. It was all blurry to me, the car hitting dad, the ambulance coming and mum crying. I couldn’t believe it when the doctor came to tell us: “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “we couldn’t save him!”
Luckily we got over the pain quickly because we knew they couldn’t save him. Of course we felt that our lives were shattered. Life without dad wasn’t life. He was an amazing father and husband. I thought that that my life couldn’t get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The next day on the way to school I saw the house of old McAfee. The house always gave me shivers. I was petrified when an old creaky voice started to say “Joeyyyyyyyyyyyy Â come inside the house. Joeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”
Weirdly I started to walk towards it. It was almost like I didn’t have control over my body. Inside the house the same old voice said: “Joey you will go to sleep and wake up in 5 minutes at the top floor of the house. Your challenge is to get out of the house ALIVE. If you succeed, I will bring your dad back to life, but if you don’t, you will DIE” That’s when I blacked out.
After I woke up I started to walk straight away. I wanted to get out of here alive. Petrified I even started to run in dark, gloomy corridors. This house was creepier than I thought. The word ALIVE was still bobbling up and down my head so much, it hurt. When I got to the stairs, I gave a little cheer. But I should have known that it wouldn’t be that easy. A huge ghost blocked my path!
I hid behind the wall and looked at my enemy. He might seem scary but he sure is careless. As soon as he turned around, I just sneaked past him and managed to get outside. Freedom. As I was walking home a hand grabbed my hand. “Hi dad,” I retorted.
When the light was so bright; when the darkness has been beaten; when the you are winter breeze wraps around you, then you know it’s time for school. As mum pulled my deep Crimson blankets off me I remembered today was Friday. Finally, I got to school and strolled to assembly. My headteacher -Mr Curry- mentioned who the prefects Â would be. As he announced the names I was shocked that all my friends got one. Amazed, astounded, happy, as they came back I felt amazing. Anxiously, he called the head boy and girl names and was shocked I got head boy.
It was dark. I was all alone and abandoned. Sorrowfully, I wept on the rugged ruffled grass. I have to get out of this solitary forest. I thought to myself. What should I do?Â Then, I came up with a clever idea. I could find a shortcut! As I was runningÂ forward, I saw an luminous light. The light, was SO bright. At that moment, I knew everything will be alright. Soon after, I was on my feet again. Rapidly, I ran like the wind. I got faster and faster. As reached the door, there it was-my fluffy cute rabbit.
Lately I got aÂ very old book from myÂ gran.Â I never it opened becauseÂ it looked soÂ peculiar. Unfortunately,Â IÂ kept on getting a urge to openÂ it.Â Then I did. Nothing happened at the time. So I closedÂ Â it and never read a word. However since that day I had very bad luck. Nothing good ever happened to me. Nothing.Â So this isÂ how my ‘worst rest of my life’ started.
I was casually sitting inÂ my room watching television. Suddenly I heard the door bell ring. I knew we were not expecting guests. Besides, my room was a mess and I couldn’tÂ letÂ anyone in. My mum called me toÂ open the door so even though I didn’t want to , I had to. Once the door wasÂ open a I heard a familiar voice. ” Hello darling.” she said.Â Now who would have said those words other than my good, old granny?
“Â Now, I wont come in but I will give you this. It is a book that had been passed on for many generations.” she said.
” Then why doesn’t mum have it?” I askedÂ looking at the mysteriousÂ book.
“She didn’t want it.” she answered and walked away.
Once I got into my already messy room, I threw it in the corner. That was its place and I never moved it. Until that day.
24th December 2014
The snow is white , The tree is very bright, But my dad is outside getting frostbite. OurÂ noses are red, and grandad has a sore head, But my mum is still slepping in bed. I’m feeling green, not when my brother is being mean, by theÂ way his name is Dean ( the meanmachine ). Grandma is wearing illuminous yellow, Everyone is feeling mellow “But not dad.” For going outside he is a good fellow.
25th December 2014
As soon as I opened my eyes I sprung out of bed and charged into my parents room and jumped on their bed to awaken them from their slumber. “It’s Christmas !”Â I yelled my parentsÂ Â Â Â looked at each other and smiled. Then brought me downstairs. Thinking me and my parents were the only ones downstairs my big brother Dean had opened all his presents already.
As I stood there in amazement Dean tried making himself look innocent.Â After a brife Â telling off, Dean was sent to his room and finally I got to open my presents. In the end I got a skateboard, a brand new football and hundreds of video games. It was heaven.
For the rest of the day I played video games ! For dinner I had a suculent roast chicken. In five minutes the food was gone. Lastly I went to bed. I thought to myself what a day.
It was the most dreadful day in my life everything was going wrong. I went to detention and got sent home because I started talking, at detention, to Michael (my friend who got me all in this mess). I couldn`t believe it. It was all his fault not mine! As I exited the school It was pitch black. The only thing I saw was one lamp post in the middle of the street. I started to speed up. My walking turned to running.
Albus Severus Potter is sitting on the chair and is waiting to be picked from the sorting hat, and is saying under his voice, ” Gryffindor, Gryffindor,” ” Gryffindor hey well then it should be Gryffindor.” ” Yes” said Albus. Then they all went up to their common rooms. What a good start. When your going Hogwarts; when your sitting down; when you have a sorting hat on, then you know your going to live in Howarts-a horrifying place- to live in.
“No one move, I thought I heard a scream” said professor Magonnagul. “OH NO! Bianca,” said Albus and John. She might get killed, and what will Hermianie think.
Shaking nervously, Thomas walked to the podium. As he stepped up, the older boys belted out with laughter.Those boys always teased Thomas and wanted to do the same in his speech. “Thomas is a loser!!” bellowed Jamie. Thomas was ready. As he started, the older boys were dumbfounded. They never knew he could do such. Â Jamie was absolutely speechless. Micheal, who was part of the group, felt like a criminal. At the end, The group of boys felt sorry for teasing Thomas. Soon after, Jamie and the boys apologized to Thomas and they never teased him again. They also learned a very important lesson.
Christmas came. It was 1970 and back then children would ask for food more than anything else. Now children ask for presents and electronics. This is a story about myself in 2178.
It was three days, before the Nativity. I was the Roman soldier,but a very anxious one. I always made mistakes but took in the feedback and made myself better. The people sung carols, for Christmas time was near. Christ himself was born. Just like Christ I was born on Christmas. Which means I only get one present from each person because my birthday presents are my Christmas presents. Anyway, after a long day of practice I finally nailed it. I was confident on my lines and knew everything wasÂ going to be all right. But it wasn’t because all my friends didn’t like me because I got the part they all wanted. But, I plowed through the pain not daring to let it go.
The night of the nativity came and everyone was there. As their intimidating eyes stared at me I started to get frightened. It was my part and I spluttered the words out, and honestly sounded like a pig. The lead part was Francis, who hogged the stage to himself, and he was terrible. He interrupted other people’s part and everyone gossiped about him after the show. His mom pretended she was somebody else’s motherÂ and started joining in with the gossip.
After the performance, I went home as usual and was shocked to find a turkey roasting in the oven, my grandparents sitting at the table and getting a round of applause as I walked around the room with a startled look on my face. I had completely forgot that today was my birthday. Instead of getting one present I got two. What was the occasion I thought to myself. As I looked at everyone I saw a loving look in all their eyes. Because today I remembered all my lines and didn’t use the script.
Meanwhile, at Francis house he usually got five presents from each person, but today he only got one from the whole family. He had a disgusted look on his face and screamed. The family rapidly ran out of the room because in his stocking was coal. For in my stocking was a note which said:
You really have pushed yourself this year therefore each family member has been given some extra money to get you these.
Yours Truly Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Santa Claws
The streets of London were filled with people singing Christmas carols and celebrating Christmas the old, traditional way. Every single person in London was celebrating Christmas. All except one. And that was Mr.Berry. Mr. Berry wasn’t the kind of person you’ll want to meet in a dark alleyway at night. He was cruel and horrible and never celebrated anything. Also, he was very rambunctious. Â He lived on his own in a eerie, old mansion. He was also a very old-fashioned man. While people where going round with there iPhone 6’s, the most technological thing he had was an old watch his grandfather had presented him when he was young. Anyway, Mr. Berry put on his coat and went outside. The world was covered with a blanket of snow. As always, he kept his head down and blended in the crowd. Finally, he reached his destination.
Opening the door, he looked back to make sure no one was following him. He found himself in an old, rusty place with rubbish lying all around. Cautiously, he opened another door leading into a ginormous room. He sat down in a wooden chair and he began to doze of.Â Midnight.Â Â Mr.Berry woke up. Listening closely he heard a weird sound; it got louder and louder until a big light flashed in front of him. There stood a transparent creature floating in mid-air! “I am the ghost of Christmas,” it began, “and have watched you for a very long time. Now I will set a challenge for you and you must do it. That will teach you some respect.” And the image started to vanish.
“FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT…” Mr.Berry found himself being a pupil in school who is getting bullied and made fun of. Children were surrounding him and another mean looking kid. Without warning the kid jumped on him, but before he could Â give the first blow, a teacher came rushing Â over. “Flash, stop that IMMEDIATELY!” The children, including “Flash” started running in different directions. Weirdly, the teacher glared at Mr.Berry and rushed off herself.
To cut a long story short, the ghost made him go back in time and feel what is it like being treated badly, just like he treats everybody. This is how he gets treated daily: Getting into trouble even though the teacher knows it was not him who did it; Being constantly bullied; never getting chosen to do anything special. Finally, one day he had enough so he started crying. The ghost transported him to his own time and he never bullied anyone as long as he lived.