Sample Writing #1
Sample Writing #1
Later that morning…
The school grounds were its usual raucous and chaotic self, booming with student’s shrieks and chattering voices, but it was not just your usual school day. It was the first day of school back from a long vacation, one of which, in Christopher White’s opinion, lasted way too short a time.
“I. Can’t. Believe. It.” moaned Christopher, his head raised to the heavens and his eyes bleary from the lack of sleep. “Why is everybody so happy? Don’t they realize this is the beginning of another two months worth of jail time before the summer vacation? Why are they actually HAPPY?”
“Because you’re a lazy bum,” Ian replied as he arrived and came to Christopher’s side.
“Oh, shut up, Ian. You know I’m usually a morning person…”
“In fact, it’s quite the contrary,” he coolly replied.
Christopher scowled as the morning bell rang, signaling the students to file into their assigned homerooms. Ian and Christopher calmly headed to their homeroom, 122.
“What the,” spluttered Christopher as he turned the corner, as a small kid barreled straight into him, with a frantic “late-look” on his face.
He didn’t have time to say anymore, and he wasn’t even sure what he’d say if he did, because the kid apologized hurriedly, and shot away like a rocket before he could even get a good look at him.
“Kid’s these days…” muttered Christopher darkly staring after the retreating figure of Ilian.
Ian grinned, and opened his mouth to make a comment, but before he could, Christopher cut him off, the words coming out almost as a natural reflex now.
“Shut up.”
Later that morning, and a period of boredom later, Christopher stumbled through the wooden slide-doors of the Kendo practice room, and was immediately hit by the sounds of spiritedly yelling kids who had arrived ahead of time, undoubtedly veterans by the looks of them.
He sighed, and strode up to the teacher.
“You’re natural boy!” the coach called excitedly after his tenth victory in a row, “I’ve never seen anything like this… first time too!”
Christopher grinned reluctantly and took off his helmet, holding it under his left arm. He had lost once, just once, since he had stepped into the classroom, and that had been a training round.
The doors of the matted room filled with collapsed and sweating students slid open at that moment, and another kid stepped through.
“Being late is the most recent trend, huh?” Christopher said when he saw the person.
The late person, by looks a veteran, glanced around. “A first timer being all the others?”
“It’s the most amazing thing ever!” the coach exclaimed with glee. “Care for a match?”
The veteran donned his helmet after a long period of silence. “Alright,” he said finally.
