OOc: Tried doing this in my "own" 10 year old voice... xD idk, I personally think I flopped. Mainly because I chose a boring year of my life and there was nothing else to do at the time. ;/ I welcome any criticisms. c: As a young child, I have always been known for wearing my heart on my sleeve. That being said, I still am in the sense that I care dearly about those I care about, and I tend to feel very strongly about certain topics. Sometimes I even lose myself because I am so involved with trying to help them out. Most importantly though, I was a very naive child. So naive that whenever my best friends such as Caroline, Mai and Luisa told me stories based off a horrific myth passed down from year to year, I would show them my paranoia and fear over how authentic it sounded… Which led me to sleepless nights at sleepovers or when I was on my own. To others I was known as a brave daredevil, to myself… I had always considered myself to be a bit of a coward and/or a chicken. Hell, there was a time where I was scared to keep the video tape running in case the demonic mickey mouse popped out of nowhere.... Don't ask, disney's participation to the VHS was a traumatic part of my life... If you saw what was near the very end of the video in the dark all alone... When I found out my mother was expecting a baby soon, I was utterly thrilled; thrilled at the concept that there was going to be a fourth sibling in the family. However when I was on my way to tell my adorable friends I was met by my ghastly, gnarly and freakishly tall teacher that I had for year 5. I clearly didn’t like her as she was very shouty and overbearingly rude. She yelled at me, as usual, for being late to class after break, her voice piercing through my ears, the words scorching through my very soul. Not even jesus can save me now when she starts bollocking with me. Oh Joy I thought, here comes another shitstorm. Think of a happy place, think of a happy place… Oh how I hated how she yelled! It sounded like a cross between a banshee (I had recently learned about the word banshee from my admirably rebellious cousin who was one year older than me and told me about how banshees were scary mythological creatures with the most unholy scream known to men) and a dying fox when she started screaming about how useless we all were in class… By god, I thought she was a gargoyle at some point, what with that menacing look boring into my face once every few minutes. That was probably why I became very punctual in the future… due to the fear that was instilled by this very teacher from all my experiences of going tardy to class. I had a feeling that she kept an eye on me because of my unruly cousin the year above me… Turns out I had too many traits that traumatically reminded her of him. Which to say at the very least… Is a bit insulting, but also quite the compliment in the aspect that I didn't act in the same conventional way as many of my colleagues did. I casually walked into the class, my eyes half shut due to the lack of sleep the previous night after watching Chuckie... but as I was pulling my chair over next to Caroline, somehow the teacher thought it'd be funny to yell at me and pull me over to the corner, slammed a ruler onto the table so viciously till it broke... and then she would begin to scream about something I don’t quite remember to this very day (but I know that it wasn’t about my tardiness, and she was sounding pretty much incoherent at this point, stopping for breath every 5 minutes)… The slamming of the ruler led me to having nightmares about her whipping her 40†ruler at students whilst they made her a pyramid… And for some godforsaken reason I'm instantly reminded of ghostbusters. After the lecture she gave to me in front of the class, I walked to my chair rather sheepishly whilst members of the class looked pitifully at me… Apparently before I came in they were shouted at too for how “unacceptable†their behaviour was at the playground for doing races from one end to the other whilst others were playing. She said that it made her look like the worst teacher to walk this earth. Yeah, and I’m the queen of Sheba. During class, Caroline and I would write notes to each other about anything that came to mind, but we had to make sure the serpent like teacher wouldn’t notice us in the act of giving the letters to one another. When I had told her that my new sibling would surface anytime now, she grinned and penned down rather quickly, “Can I be the first person to see the baby?†I looked up at her and grinned, giving an approving nod. I absolutely adored Caroline in the sense that she was very imaginative, she spoke her mind and she was absolutely one of a kind. Although she wore the same burgandy uniform as I was, there was something about her that made it shine, that made it so mouthdroppingly cool. She then looked back at me a bit worriedly, and then penned back to me, “…But there’s something I need to tell you… I’m leaving London for good…†When I first read what she had written, I could not believe it… not even after reading it over and over again. Caroline, one of my most treasured best friends… was leaving. I gave her a huge hug during class (which looked like something else to my teacher) and we were both kicked out of class for hugging each other. It didn’t really matter at that point as to what we thought of the teacher, so we began talking about life in general. It was a bit odd though, how not too long after that 5 other pupils got kicked out of class, one for dropping their pencil by accident. We could all tell as a class that this teacher was having a bad day for some unknown reason, but this was just ridiculous, taking out her anger on her year 5 class!! Not like I cared much anyway. I remember my older cousin walking by the hallway and he noticed so many members of my class kicked out… The way he spoke, it was like he was an inmate who had been “in it†for a long time. “So, I take it the ol’ hag kicked you out… again.†he said calmly, grinning at every last one of us. He then turned to me and then sighed, “Oh cousie, cousie, cousie… At this rate, there’s only so much similarity between us that drives the teacher mad… I bet next year our other cousin would be the end of her…†He then mocked her voice, screeching out (almost like as if it was a chalk being pushed down the board… oh how I loathe that sound with every inch of my being) â€DEAR GOD NOT ANOTHER DE FREITAS!… It’ll be like taking down the witch of the west… Seriously. We’ve done our job, now lets let Marco be Dorothy and his sister be that dog popo…†â€Err Danny… its Toto…†â€Right, Toto! ..Bring her demise…†“Danny, what’s demise?†“Look it up yourself kiddo†he replied curtly. He then gave us all another cheeky grin, but since he had his senses well tuned in, he could tell that my teacher was about to come out, so he made a run for it. ---------------- Didn't finish this "tester" chapter... xD Same reason why I almost never post my original stories... Because I think that any ending I write is nowhere near good enough... Maybe I'm just waiting for inspiration? Eh either way I won't be posting any more of my original work for a while unless its art.
