Last year, our Advanced Grammar teacher told us to make an assignment and it should be passed on the next day. I entitled this "Fears of a Loner" because the basis of the story is from my past experience. I was comfortable of being alone back then but also had my fears. To make my work better, I revised it many times. Since I am a Dan Brown fan, I also copied his style (Novel Format or whatsoever you may call it) somehow. And the Microsoft Word's Thesaurus (for vocabulary).
I am sharing my work right now. I hope you like it!
“Fears of a Loner”
I arrived home from my school early.
Seeing my room without light, my heart pounded very calmly, as if there is
always peace. Then, I opened the door and turned the light while catching
breath from my exhausted lungs.
The room was in shambles, yet my bed
seems fixed enough to make me comfortable. I sat in my bed, taking off these
old shoes and socks but after I did it, I felt my body already pushing towards
my bed.
It is telling me to rest.
Soon, memories came from my head. It
seems that these shattered ones are like projectors that make me remember my
past.
I was in high school when being
alone is the start of an adventure to me. I am comfortable in doing things that
others cannot do with only themselves. When I try to remember, I always
chuckle, thinking selfishly. I even made fantasies which I could only fathom. I
was happy, but in spite of having this trait, there is one thing that I
bothered me.
Fear.
One day, one of my seniors asked me.
“Hey kid!” He cried, thinking that
he has the authority to do such thing. I can’t know what was on his mind. With
a dark look in his eyes, I felt something really bad.
“Yes? Is there anything else?” I
replied politely.
“Fix my things and my bed always! I
am your senior and you should do these things for me. If I see a single mess on
it, you’ll see what will happen to you.”
I shook my head. My words were not spoken.
I was terrified. Hours later, a hand grabbed my shirt, dragged me upward. He
threatened me like a wild animal seeking for a prey.
After a day, I tried to tell the
superior that a certain man bullied me, but it was no use. He is a relative of
the offender.
It was the beginning of my doom.
As months passed, the situation
grew. I felt like I’m a slave. Many seniors commanded me as if they’re gods.
The worst is they almost made me like a punching bag. The danger grew. I am
afraid of being hit, that they will beat me again. Since I don’t have many
friends, I thought of suicide.
Suddenly, I remembered God. The burden that I carried lessened. He made me
a picture of hope by kicking out those who bullied me. I survived the
challenge. Because of Him, the school gave me an award of moral excellence.
The memoirs of the past slowly
vanished. I closed my eyes and realized that I was already sleeping.
Property of: Kim
Gonzales
(BSDC
II- A)
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