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Oh well, I'll give it a shot :P (just to let you all know, I'm 14 and I hate english so it may not be up to your standards)(constructive criticism please
)(Oh yea, sorry if this is reviving a dead thread.)
It was in early July right around midnight when I lay on the couch, wide-eyed, staring into space, thinking, wondering. I listened to the kitchen clock, hearing the ticks of the seconds, but they seem to take forever as a classroom filled with children when class is almost up. I was glad that it was going slow, yet I was still perplexed at the thought of moving. I never wanted to leave; I never wanted to give it a chance. I just wanted to stay here; to play with friends; to live as a kid that I am. But during this night, when seconds turned to minutes and where I grew weary as time grew on, I had to accept fate. I had to accept the world and its challenges that I had and needed to face. I couldn’t run from the problems yet I felt inclined to. The time started to pass quickly, and I eventually fell asleep.
I woke up thinking that this was the day, which would change my life forever, and it did. It cut me so deep that I could feel my soul tearing apart seam by seam. I had a quick breakfast as I was not hungry. I did my normal routine like any normal summer day, except it wasn’t a normal day, but I still couldn’t shake off the thought of it even though I had been informed months before.
We went back to our house one last time. It was very disheartening and I felt my eyes swelling with tears and my vision became blurry. I fought back tears, but then let it all go. My nose grew heavier like gravity was centered upon it and my nose became stuffed. The muscles in my mouth shook so rapidly it felt as if it had a spasm. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks and slide off my chin, splashing upon my hands in my lap. I was riding with my mom and I saw her weep too. We eventually started packing up and continued the three day journey. I didn’t look back when we left the street. I wanted to look back so badly, but I didn’t. I thought that if I looked back, I would be realizing that this was the end to an extraordinary era. I thought I would see my friends with solemn faces staring as the truck went through. Once we left the promenade where we lived, I lost hope. I lost the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to move. I lost the hope that you see in movies where they just turn around and head back. But this wasn’t the movies, this was real and it will never be forgotten.
The end
(Yes it's crap)
Oh well, I'll give it a shot :P (just to let you all know, I'm 14 and I hate english so it may not be up to your standards)(constructive criticism please
)(Oh yea, sorry if this is reviving a dead thread.)It was in early July right around midnight when I lay on the couch, wide-eyed, staring into space, thinking, wondering. I listened to the kitchen clock, hearing the ticks of the seconds, but they seem to take forever as a classroom filled with children when class is almost up. I was glad that it was going slow, yet I was still perplexed at the thought of moving. I never wanted to leave; I never wanted to give it a chance. I just wanted to stay here; to play with friends; to live as a kid that I am. But during this night, when seconds turned to minutes and where I grew weary as time grew on, I had to accept fate. I had to accept the world and its challenges that I had and needed to face. I couldn’t run from the problems yet I felt inclined to. The time started to pass quickly, and I eventually fell asleep.
I woke up thinking that this was the day, which would change my life forever, and it did. It cut me so deep that I could feel my soul tearing apart seam by seam. I had a quick breakfast as I was not hungry. I did my normal routine like any normal summer day, except it wasn’t a normal day, but I still couldn’t shake off the thought of it even though I had been informed months before.
We went back to our house one last time. It was very disheartening and I felt my eyes swelling with tears and my vision became blurry. I fought back tears, but then let it all go. My nose grew heavier like gravity was centered upon it and my nose became stuffed. The muscles in my mouth shook so rapidly it felt as if it had a spasm. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks and slide off my chin, splashing upon my hands in my lap. I was riding with my mom and I saw her weep too. We eventually started packing up and continued the three day journey. I didn’t look back when we left the street. I wanted to look back so badly, but I didn’t. I thought that if I looked back, I would be realizing that this was the end to an extraordinary era. I thought I would see my friends with solemn faces staring as the truck went through. Once we left the promenade where we lived, I lost hope. I lost the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to move. I lost the hope that you see in movies where they just turn around and head back. But this wasn’t the movies, this was real and it will never be forgotten.
The end
(Yes it's crap)
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