I had to write a story for my GCSE coursework.
This what i came up with..what do you think? =]
I slowly open my eyes from the awake of a snow flake hitting my cold, frozen face. I'm sitting on a old shabby door way in the middle of a busy town, my blanket is dirty and full of holes. The small dirty blanket is rapped around my frozen stiff body. My shoes are 2 sizes too small and the hat that's sitting on top of my head was given to me by an old woman. I'm too cold to move, my body has frozen into a position. My blue arms are crossed, i start rocking myself back and for, hoping to keep the blood in my body running. I look ahead to see perfect families on a last minuet shopping, all wearing lovely warm clothes with thick woll, holding bags and bags of goodies. There smiles on there faces would light the whole street up, there laugher would echo across town. My eyes are fixed on that 'prefact family' imagining what it would be like to have what they have. The snow drops starts getting heaver and heaver, meaning the weather is getting colder. The tall father picks up his 4ft son, puts him on his shoulders and gives him a tender kiss. To think that man has his whole word on his shoulders, the thing we wakes up for every morning...is just sitting there right next to him. The 'prefact family' drift off into the fog, i drag my eyes to my next victim and fix my eyes on a little food store, i could see the warm steam from the food in the kitchen rising, watching everyone in the cafe sitting down and enjoying the warm food. Day by day 1,000 of faces pass me, some may notice me some blank me out like I'm not accepted into this world, But never does anyone stop and ask about my story. Everyone is just faces to me, I've given up on all hope... my tragic hero is not coming to get me. I look up into the sky to see sparkling stars popping out of the dark, gloomy sky. The big snowflakes softly fall on my face, melting slowly. I've gone so numb, i look up to wonder what tomorrow holds, I'm 15! i should be at home drinking hot chocolate by the fire watching a lovely peaceful Christmas movie. I feel trapped and alone, I'm no one anymore. I close my eyes and wish for hope, then open them to find a small shadow upon me. My eyes are still fixed on the stars, i use all my energy to shuffle my eyes my eyes in front of me. Then there, standing over me is a little old, skinny woman. She had very pale skin and gray hair, she almost looked like an albino. Every wrinkle on her face was so deep, every wrinkle on her face...told a story. Her percing blue eyes was staring down at me and her pale, thin lips was giving out a smile. She was holding a red bag and had 2 layers of clothes over her. She looked so frail but yet, so strong. We stared at each other for a while, looking at each others eyes trying to figure out each others story. She slowly took off her green sure that was around her small, frumpy shoulders and stepped closer to me. My eyes welled up, how can this be? Someone actually knows i exsist? She flung it over my shoulders then let out a warm smile. I gazed into her eyes wondering what she was about, why she was spending her precious minuets of her life on me? She said in a soft, caring voice
"It's Christmas in 5 hours, come home with me...it's pretty cold tonight"
She put out her weak, shaking hand. I tried to move but i couldn't, i felt like i was glued to the floor. I gave it my all and stud up, my skinny body over powered her, i looked so dominate compared to her. My legs were shaking and my heart was racing, i could feel every beat. Was the lucky stars out tonight? Did someone hear my cry? Was every tear dropping from my dark blue eyes, echoing threw town? She grabbed my frozen hand and let out a sigh, still our eyes were fixed. Her frail hands were so warm, full of love and joy. Nothing felt real. The mysterious woman talked again
"Come on love, i have some warm hot chocolate at home"
Faster then light we started walking away from my home, my door step. She was pulling me along into the unknown.. it was so dark, cold and foggy but that one minuet she took my hand, everything seemed so brighter then i remembered, Everything weren't black and white no more, it seemed that she put the colour back into life, by holding my hand i could feel her kindness and her love. Was she my angel?
