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This is somethiing i had to do for school so i thought it would be diffrent if i showed it here to see what you guys think.
I showed my G-ma she loved but she's not a teen agerlol
Independent
As the sun shines over me I’m eating my lunch quietly and peacefully. Only caring about myself, without a worry in the world. The taste of my Pink Lady apple was astounding; it burst into my mouth like small explosions. As the sun started to fall, people continually asked me “Hey Leo come play soccer” or “are you going to sit there and eat apples for the rest of your life or are you going to come and be active”, but every time I declined miserably.
I wouldn’t mind playing soccer or maybe even AFL football, but I knew I would fail at it and everyone would laugh at me like they were a bunch of wild Hyenas.
Apples were my favourite fruit; they always bought me happiness and joy when I ate them. I don’t know why they did this to me, but it felt like when I ate them that they enhanced my emotions and completed my happiness. Maybe it was because the flavour was amazing or maybe not.
As school finished the sun was setting and the sky was changing into a scarlet pool of emptiness. Shadows were beginning to cover my face, and as the sun dropped lower the shadows that covered my face emerged into bigger blobs of darkness. When I was walking home I felt an emotion that was stronger than it has ever been, it was frustration. I am overly angry with myself because I was a loser that did the same things over and over again and was always afraid to try new things. The fact of a matter is I’ve chosen to be a loner. I’m in year eight and I choose not to hang out with anyone but to be alone, but now I don’t want to be alone anymore I want to change. Do I have the guts too, there’s only one person in the universe that can help me with this; my father.
As i entre my house there was dead silence. Nothing in the house was creaking or moving, which was unusual for my house because usually my grandparents would be roaming around the house like a pack of wild rhinos. They would be roaring with laughter or arguing like two homeless people fighting over a dumpster to sleep in, but this time the house seemed far to empty. I quietly walked around to my room on my footsteps just in case my grandma has snuck into my room to have a quiet and relaxing nanna nap, because usually she would sleep on the sofa, but she can’t really do that while grandad is throwing up every twenty minutes due to his terminal illness. Grandma wasn’t in my room, but suddenly I had heard a huge roar of laughter coming from the washing line so I bolted as fast as I could to the location of the roar of laughter.
There was my father who had fallen on his back side while trying to get the washing of the line. I had helped him up and he asked me “So how was your day son”, I replied to him in a quiet tone of voice because I wasn’t sure were my grandparents were. I asked him what had happened to them and once again he howled with laughter, and from my opinion it was a bit over the top. After his minute of hardcore laughing he said” Your grandparents have gone to the oldie’s club like every Wednesday, remember.” Then I too cracked up in laughter due to my forgetful actions and launched myself at my father like I was a cannon ball with my arms wide open, grabbing him for a hug.
After dad and I had taken the washing off the line, I confronted him about my feeling of frustration and we spoke for hours and hours. I let everything out of my mind and he helped me with this problem, just as I knew he would. Dad mainly had said this statement ‘Leo your a really smart boy and very nice as well, but you shouldn’t always be afraid to try new things because for the rest of your life you can’t just sit around reading books, eating apples and being so lonely because you will end up a loser. So why don’t you try a juicy and tender pear instead of a boring old apple, or play some sports instead of sitting around being bored”. I took what my dad said in and understood it. Then out of nowhere my eyes burst into tears enough to fill a river, this was because all though I didn’t have a mother to care for me I had the best dad in the world that gave me advice when I needed it, even if I didn’t also take it in, but this time I was going to learn from what he said.
The next day at school I did my same old routine at lunch time and sat in the sun eating my juicy and delicious Pink Lady apple. Although I was ready to change my habits nothing that dad said was going to stop me from eating my Apples because I just love the feeling of the exploding flavour in my mouth.
As I finished my eating my apple I trotted over to the dark red wheelie bin and placed my apple through the small hole. As I was walking back a soccer ball was rolling towards me and I knew this was the moment I could change. So I lifted my leg up and kicked the ball as hard as I could. It was airborne the ball was floating in the air and suddenly a boy jumped up into the air and used his head to hit it into the goals. I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in side of me and I know knew I didn’t need my apples any more, I could just play soccer.
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Indepent, my first inrernet piece
