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Ideas/suggestions for creative writing piece
I'm writing story for my English class based on the quote “We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.” – Michael Jackson.
A few sentences or suggestions on how you would continue the story would be appreciated
It was a Thursday morning. The sun reached through the shutter windows, tempting Shaz to look up from Lord of the flies. La di da, she couldn’t do that. The books were full of marks and she wouldn’t catch them if she didn’t read about Simon and his conch. The classroom was filled with the scent of cheap perfume and sweat. Shaz wasn’t paying attention to anything around her; wandering thoughts drowning out the monotonous voice of her teacher and the chattering of her classmates. The analog clock on the wall seemed to tick slower by the second. Ten forty five.. Ten forty six.. Only three and a half hours until she could pack up, and go home, relax, sleep and wake up to a blaring alarm and the panic to see that a few minutes had cost her a public humiliation ritual at 8 in the morning.
“Shaz, your turn to read”. Twenty-four pairs of eyes on her as she came to the realisation that she might have been alone in her head but wasn’t in the room; she scrambled to open her book again. She could feel the murmur of disappointment from her teacher as she flipped through the pages with her shaking hands, feeling her face heat up with the guilt and embarrassment as the whispers and muffled snickering from her classmates grew louder and louder. Attempting to hide her red-hot face,she kept her head down and pretended to keep searching amidst the pages and pages when in reality she really had no idea where she had left off from not reading. She could feel her clammy hands melting along with her reputation. “Ummm, chapter 8…” Shaz started to talk, but her trembling voice was quickly interrupted by Mr Facetiousman.
“Don’t even bother, I won’t be able to hear you anyway because you speak so quietly”
His tone was flat and filled with distaste. His eyes wandered for a moment before landing on a tall, young boy sitting at the back.
“Why don’t you start reading, Mr Indecorous?”
Shaz lifted her eyes just barely to see Jack starting to read with the same stupid smug look on his face, leaning back on his chair with his loud voice filling the room. She could already anticipate the hums of agreement from Jack’s friends as he read. Shaz shrank further and further into her seat until the noise around her drowned out her embarrassment but she knew that it wasn’t Jack’s turn, he was just speaking because the teacher knew that Jack liked speaking.
Although there were now no more peering eyes on her, she couldn’t help but feel a suffocating sensation lingering in her chest and body, like she should have spoken up a little louder, or that she should have stood up for herself and maybe tell Mr. Facetiousman that he could have at least given her a chance to finish her sentence. Now the opportunity and the already slim possibility of future participation had flown out the window and into the clouds.
Beyond the school gates, the landscape was littered with clouds. Of course there were homes dotted across the landscape before the clouds but there were only buildings that could be seen as far as she could perceive. Her mother had shown her a photograph of the area in the 1970s. In one of the images, she was pointing the camera at the sky through the leaves of a giant grey gum tree. She was surrounded by these giants. Out the window, Shaz could make out 3 gum trees that were left along the street, designed to give the suburb character for new families and investors; manicured destruction framed as aesthetic beauty because no one could see the costs associated with the creation of the suburb.
The volume of the classroom lowered towards a full stop. Her eyes darted around the classroom, it seemed like Jack was done reading and the teacher was moving on to Piggy’s glasses.
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