This is a short story I wrote for my cousin's GCSE coursework, the little b' handed it in early (unfinished) though, so I never had any motivation to finish it. Please give honest feedback =). Oh, and pardon any mistakes, I make so many mistakes when I get typing, and am too lazy to read over usually.
Hana-bolin sat in her faded red sweater around a large rectangular table with her classmates. Classmates was the most appropriate word she could find for them, for if she was asked for something most descriptive she would have to say ‘bullies’. The atmosphere created by the classmates that made her life a realistic depiction of hell terrified her so much that she was forced to retreat behind her messy red hair.
It was now an entity – or so it felt – it was growing; and she could feel it touching the hairs on her arm. She was now hiding behind her hair even more, her head was nearly horizontal and the entity had reached her flesh. “What’s wrong, Nana? Not gonna slit your wrist again are you, awwww!â€
Hana-bolin sat in her faded red sweater around a large rectangular table with her classmates. Classmates was the most appropriate word she could find for them, for if she was asked for something most descriptive she would have to say ‘bullies’. The atmosphere created by the classmates that made her life a realistic depiction of hell terrified her so much that she was forced to retreat behind her messy red hair.
It was now an entity – or so it felt – it was growing; and she could feel it touching the hairs on her arm. She was now hiding behind her hair even more, her head was nearly horizontal and the entity had reached her flesh. “What’s wrong, Nana? Not gonna slit your wrist again are you, awwww!â€