I know this is kinda wierd but I wanna start a post about how annoying my English teacher is. I mean, sure I have other annoying teachers, but this one takes the whole damn cake!!!!
El'll know what I'm talking about!
I wrote a story for English about bullying, and it's consequences. Now remembering that both me and El were off the day that the teacher told us that we couldn't kill off any of the characters.
Remember me, please.
When Kalia came to our school, my life went totally wrong. She didn't even sit at the same table as me. Infact, I didn't even realise that she was there until the teacher called out the register.
"Kalia Evenstar?"
"Here." She called. Everyone suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at whoever the voice had come from.
"Larewen Evenstar?" I looked around desperately. I had been in the whole of primary and most of secondary one and I had never found anyone with the same last name as me. I'd even looked it up in this book which was supposed to have every single last name in it and it wasn't there.
"Larewen?" The teacher asked again.
"Hmm?" I looked up from my notepad. "What? Oh, right. Yeah, I'm here."
"Rodger Fally?"
"Here." I stopped listening to what my teacher was saying and went back to my own thoughts.
Later on when I got home from school, I went in tothe kitchen and BAM! There she was. Right in front of me. Eating my food at my table.
"What are you doing here?!" I screamed.
"Hmm?" she looked up. "I'm moving in here today. Didn't you know?"
"DAD!!!" I yelled. He came into the kitchen.
"Yes Lar?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you were adopting someone?"
"I'm sure U did. You were probably ignoring me as usual."
"I don't remember that!" My dad, fes up with arguing, left me alone in the kitchen with
her.
"Listen you, I don't want you coming into
my house, touching
my things and stealing
my Dad. You either leave now or suffer the consequences!" I was really loosing it now.
"Larewen, I'm not trying to invade your house. Your dad adopted me and said that you knew that was the case and that there would be no problem."
"Well, I don't remember him saying anything!"
I could see she was about to cry. I did feel sorry for her, but in my position in popularity, I couldn't be nice to her.
I felt really rotten in saying that but the next day she was sticking to me like a clam to a rock. Eventually my friends said to me,
"Look Lar, she's bugging the heck out of us! Get rid of her, or we go!" They were serious, that I knew.
"Fine, I'll go talk to her." I stomped off and found Kalia in a corner between the two main buildings of the school.
"Kaly, listen. You're really great but my mates don't want you hangin' around with us."
"But..." Tears began to well up in her eyes, "But..."
I punched her.
She fellto the ground, unconscious. I looked down at her. The true me was coming through.
The next day was the same. She followed me everywhere, even though I had punched her lights out the day before. She didn't seem to get it. I don't like her.
My dad is all over her as if she was the nicest person in the world, and even some of my friends are beginning to go and hang out with her instead of me. I really don't think I can take much more of this.
It's several weeks later, and I'm getting ready to throw either myself or Kalia off a bridge into a swift flowing river with piranhas in it.
ARGH!!! This is so annoying! She acts as if we were related! I've punched, kicked and insulted her so many times now, you'd think she would have got the message. I think I'll go insult her some more. Only trouble is, I've run out of things to say.
I have one word, "HELP!!!" I ran faster than I ever would have thought possible down the high street. Kalia and her gang closely following. My legs hurt. I could hardly breathe. I was dizzy, tired and I just wanted to run into an alleyway and die. But I couldn't. I knew that Kalia had won awards for her amazing ability to see practically everything. All I could do now was run. My energy was draining at an alarming rate, I felt like I was about to have a heart-attack. The bridge was nearing. If only I could get far enough ahead so that I had time to recover from the run and then, when they came near, do something involoving the bridge and the brick-in-a-tight I had always kept there.
It was usless, I was gonna die. My friends, or should I say, ex-friends, had turned on me, and the only refuge I had was a brick and a bridge. I knew I was in trouble.
I reached the bridge, but they were still pretty close by. I desperately began my search for the brick. It was gone.
"Looking for this?" Kalia held up the brick and the tights that it was inside.
"Uh-oh." There was no point in running, I was doomed.
There was no way anyone would notice what was going on, apart from me, Kalia, and her gang.
"You are about to die, Larewen Evenstar," she shouted, "Any last words?"
"HELP!!!" I screamed as loud and hard as I could, but even my voice couldn't save me now.
One of my so-called 'friends' stepped forward, a knife in their hand. They drew the knife up to my throat and slit it.
I tried to scream, but no sound came.
Kalia seped forward now, the brick in her hands. She swung it back...
Now normally, I would have reached out to stop the brick from hitting me, but I knew I was gonna bleed to death anyway.
...The brick struck my head again and again. But it was getting less painful. Everything was fading, and the last thing I heard was the manic laughter of Kalia who drew the brick back once more. Struck me once more. And I was dead.
They took my body and threw it into the river.
My body was found several days later by an onld man and his guide dog. It wasn't even in the papers. Kalia never got blamed. And I seemed to dissappear from all memory.
But now, I wish my last words hadn't been, "help", it should have been, "Remember me. Please."
And my teacher wrote this: Interesting idea explored here, but not very convincing! Be aware of keeping ideas under control, The beginning of the essay wasn't very credible either.
I could have killed her easily for saying that.
But enough about what I thought, what did you guys think?
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