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It had been two weeks since the football incident yet anger still ran thick in Tom’s blood. I had
concussion I was standing on a chair in the garden talking to someone that lives down the street and
the chair suddenly tippled over and it was as though I was flying until I hit the ground (obviously)
the chair had fallen on to the grass and I had fallen head first into the solid concrete path. The doors
closed in menacingly on me, and I felt claustrophobic as the lift slowly but surely descended. The
dull thump as it hit Tom full in the stomach and he crumbled into a heap, the distant ringing of the
bell. The nurse politely said that because my mum’s blood pressure was high, she was taken to
another ward. I have decided to become a doctor that I consider is the best way to portray my
sympathy for people. The social workers even took her to a doctor for that, but they just pushed it
away. I would not attempt to compare the religions or justify mine. When the telephone, (which was
situated in the front porch) rang. Then suddenly a force pulled her body through the glass. Looking
back now I fail to find the transition between my younger single minded self and my current
persona. The doctor said that I would have to have some x-rays to check that there was not any glass
stick in me. On a personal level I can recall two different occasions, which resulted in trips to the
local hospital. But then, just as about my stage fright had disappeared, I forgot to gather up my
costume. He is another person and yet an integral part of me. I squeezed them hard for a few seconds
and then lay awake in bed for a minute or so- thinking. We spend a lot of time in each others
company particularly at weekends, attending a youth club, most Friday nights where we listen to live
bands and watch talent contests. I sat for what felt like hours listening to the cold wind dangling the
trees. It was time for a whole new journey for a brand new adventure. I was starting to get tired now
and I still hadn’t found the picture. Not only was he a vulnerable old man, but even the strongest of
people would be scared to live here, in this pathetic excuse which the government call housing. The
lift got to the right floor, the doors opened, but I was too interested in reading that drivel that by the
time I realised that the doors had opened, they were closing. As I watched the flames dance from
side to side I felt a sense of satisfaction. I dashed out to play in the garden with my cousin who had
just arrived. It is his desired hobby and I, as his son must follow in his footsteps. Hidden by years of
change and yet on fleeting occasion he appears, innocent as white, white snow. I looked at my
mothers face, but she shook your head. She never talked that much unless she was around other
people; it was in her nature to do that. The water was so pure and as the candle flowed down it the
glittering light lit up the river and my heart. He was dead. I stood up as I felt the fog before my eyes
clear, and began to walk back to seek comfort from my family. This.
ICE! I screamed and chased after Chris, who kept throwing the ice cubes at me. But it was the very
last time that I felt the old Irish pavement at my feet. Instead my Great Uncle took his place as the
storyteller. This was a great shock because Chris and dad never used to get on but since that day they
get on fine. I remember as I tried to forget everything that was happening. I used to attend my
lessons punctually, do all my homework and most teachers liked me because I always did what they
ordered. I started to blame myself, I thought it was my fault. Some Hindu dominated villages have
made it clear that they would allow the Muslims to come back only if they agreed to convert to
Hinduism. Thirteen of us sat down, whilst my father was walking up and down the corridor biting
his nails, stuttering as he spoke, shaking when he moved. Hide replies Empty reply does not make
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terms and conditions. We played in two groups me, Bev, Billie, and Craig and then the other group
Emma, Rachel, my mum, Alice, and Gemma. It was delicious. It was as enjoyable as the smell. Those
teachers who were ready to work with me started turning their backs. Everyone was pulling together
and it felt like there was a strong bond between the whole family. I had quickly made new friends
and settled into life at secondary school. Thinking about it now, it’s ironic really; it could have
represented the whole area. Suddenly I knew what she was about to say as I saw her tearful eyes.
Water rose magnificently from the place that I crashed through the surface. It made me think about
his life, all the brave things he had done, all the hard work he did to try and give his family the best
future he could. I saw myself crying, and I wanted to stop myself, by taking my frustration out on
someone or something. I couldn't think because so many things were going on in my head at once. I
made up my mind not to go by the lift again, in case it tempted me away from what I wanted to do
again. I was petrified. I didn’t know any one I felt so alone and frightened as I waked toward the
back of my form room my legs felt like jelly. I am also determined to travel to the different parts of
the world and explore its phenomenon existence. I peered out of the car window and saw the streets
that were surrounding us. I thought for ages and my head was going to explode like a bomb until I
could get on the ferry. The memory of everything brought back the depth of my emotions. I saw my
dad stand up out of the now silenced audience and shout something towards me in encouragement.
Kingsdale school is a school where pupils are free to do whatever they want, but don’t get me wrong,
pupils do study hard. My father became a pioneer by the help of my mother.
Luckily for him, this wasn’t the worse block in the neighbourhood, and it was inhabited most by
senior citizens who he could relate to without going out into the jungle of crime that inner
Birmingham was. I looked up at Dad. He just shrugged. It seemed he had accepted my defeat. He is
an inspiration for all dads and I doubt anyone could match him. My parents were adamant that I
would enjoy the trip and that it was also an opportunity to make new friends and experience a
different country. I like basketball; I used to be in my school’s basketball team, it means a lot to me.
I looked around the room bewildered, as a strange unsettled feeling filled the house. I fell into her
arms and once more she hugged me tightly, as though she was saying she would always look after
me and never let go. Since then she shared things with me that had being long buried and were
almost forgotten. When my mates were revising for the exam, I thought there was no big deal and I
didn’t need to study that hard. So my happiest moment was when I found out my SATs results for
KS3. My bottom lip started quivering and then a single tear rolled down my cheek and before I was
able to stop them, I heard footsteps running down the stairs. After a while I realised nearly everyone
was crying. You’re the best granddad I could ever of asked for. His skin was so white that I could
almost see the blood circulating around his body. Not worth it Show replies kiirstii a year ago Hi, I'm
sorry but this review does not seem very fair. Now I don’t believe in anything imaginary, because
they are, after all, imaginary, aren’t they. I lay there all night trying to fall asleep but I kept on
remembering everything that happened over and over again. I then took two steps down stairs and
crouched down behind the banister so that my aunty who was on the phone wouldn’t be able to see
me and yet, I’d be able to hear everything she’s saying. So my most embarrassing moment occurred
in the School Sports Hall doing the high jump. Then they would come looking for me- or would they.
I answered abruptly, unwilling to stray into conversation with it. We always made sure that our
journey was in during the day, and as short as possible as it was considerably safer. I stayed there for
about two weeks until my house was ready for us to go live in. When I was younger I was always
scared of spiders and big flying insects, so this was one of my worst nightmares come true. My
opponent and I both took our places on the centre court. It gathered around my feet like a rope trying
to trap me. I watched as it slapped Tom on the face and listened to the roar of my friends. I made up
my mind to be strong and be ready for any challenge that I will have to overcome in this great
country I had left when I was only a little child. I had to get up! I carried on walking, it felt as if
everyone was in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, I now realised that there was only one little. Over
the last few years it had only gone from bad to worse.
There is now talk of possible elections in Gujarat, and this is undoubtedly calculated to shore up the
BJP’s own sagging image, as defender of the Hindus. I had missed my family dearly and although I
couldn't wait to see them that wasn't the most important reason I loved India, nor was it the
wondrous sights, but the lush green fields and the golden sandy beaches that glistened in the glorious
sunshine. As I climbed the very last step, I wondered if the portrait I saw was just in my imagination,
but then I saw it there, I on the right floor. Everything and everyone were slowly fading away and
not come back so it seemed. Two more launches of perilous inferno had our barriers smashed, and
the only defence was attack. My aunty then first spoke asking what had happened and then saying a
quick prayer in Bengali. I looked up to my father and saw him with his face pointed towards the
ground. The doors closed in menacingly on me, and I felt claustrophobic as the lift slowly but surely
descended. We always made sure that our journey was in during the day, and as short as possible as
it was considerably safer. I turned my head and opened my eyes ever so slightly to see what time it
was. A smile appeared on my face as I imagined it was my Grandfather making his way to heaven. I
glanced to the side and saw in distress that my opponents were beating me. Right no I would be
asking for a miracle for you to stay alive, I have got to face reality. I was truly happy, and now
believe that if you put your mind to it, you can achieve anything. She put her hand on the glass and
just as she touched it her hand went right through the glass. “This can’t be possible!” she though, and
took her hand back [Link] for some reason she put her other hand on the glass and the exact same
thing happened again. It's that everything you have in this world can be taken away from you in an
instant. They were married for nearly a half a century and recently I got to know that he was her first
love, which touched me deeply. Every one had tramped over her causing her to break her collar bone,
but being the loving sister I am I was more bothered about the fact that we couldn’t go to the wacky
warehouse.(I know I’m evil.). My aunty stared at what seemed like the silent receiver and shuddered
before placing it back on the hook. The cars that had their wipers were killing the bugs, which landed
on their windscreen like they weren't living creatures. My Mum was quick to provide reassurance and
to tell me “that everything would be okay”. I walked down the road with my scarf in one hand and a
drink in another. It was still early so I decided to get back to sleep only to be awakened by my dog
Jake. I don’t remember a lot but I do remember Alice hanging in the doorway in her baby bouncer I
don’t know why but that image has stuck in my mind I think that image will stay in my mind forever.
I leapt into her arms without a second thought as we both began to cry. I then imagined that she told
me everything was fine, I nearly began to believe a lie; a lie that I pleaded would be true. A sea gull
dips overhead as I lift my snorkel out of the. A strict schedule implemented to facilitate as bright a
future as possible for the students as they left the school. All I had to do was find the floor with that
picture and I would find them. Luckily there wasn’t so I was sent back to the room.