AutobiographyMy Life StoryAutobiography
When I was asked at 9 to write an account of my life, I refused. What point does the past have? I asked. What can we learn from? But the more I thought about it, the more doors it opened in my mind.
"Charlie? Yo Charlie? Earth to Charlie!!" A whistle made me turn from the large window. "Huh?" I knew I must have sounded stupid, but it wasn’t my fault. "Are you ok?" A lanky ginger haired boy came towards me, and put a hand on my hot forehead. For a second, I welcomed the coolness but then realised he was touching me, and I jolted back, hitting my head sharply on the glass. "Charlie, you’re boiling, you sh
UntitledI elegantly got out of the cab, after paying the cab driver. Leaning down, I peered into the open window, and smiled. "Please, keep the change." Turning I was confronted with a low bungalow type house. The number told me it was 73. Behind me, the cab drove off, and I had a horrible realisation that if this went wrong, I was miles from my hotel with no way to get back except my feet.Untitled
Swallowing my fears, I walked up the small path, and knocked on the door. I heard someone approach and I clutched the handle of my bag harder. Suddenly the door was pulled open, and I blushed, smiling. "Hi." I said, shyly. "Let's walk."
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Coming HomeComing HomeComing Home
Jenni sat on her bed, her hazel coloured hair twisted up. Her pale skin was even whiter then normal, as she rocked back and forth, her arms around her knees. Suddenly she looked up, the corners of her mouth twitching into a half-hearted smile at the boy who stood in her doorway. Draco walked in, and smiled at Jenni, his blonde hair scraped back into a ponytail. "I thought I heard you come in," He smiled, "But, I wasn't sure as Fred and George were making so much noise." Jenni forced a laugh as Draco sat down, concern spreading over his face, "Jenni, are you ok?" She shook her head. "I hate hospitals.
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I Have To Pee
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