The other day I was going through my old writing and I scrolled ALLLLL the way back in my Dog’s Advisory Board folder to the very first day! Ohhhhh my goodness, it was such a flashback. Goodness gracious!!!
On our very first day, when all of us stared at each other with terror in our eyes, we wondered: Are these people like me? Or like the people at school? This was back when I didn’t have some of the tightest friendships of my life. During our first meeting we got a writing activity…
IT WAS CLICHES (dun dun dun!). Yeah, I know right? But there was a twist! We had to do a weird version of that cliche and it was so much fun! I remember that the way we wrote helped us slowly (but surely) warm up to each other, and suddenly that person on my right was one of my closest friends! (Okay, maybe not that fast, but she sure is now!) But the one thing I remember most OF ALL, was when we read out our cliche and what we had written with it, suddenly these people who I barely even KNEW were complimenting me. That’s the moment that I knew, “Wow I’m going to love the Dog’s Advisory Board!” because everyone was so nice! It’s weird thinking back to that time, I was such an insecure writer! I wasn’t even writing fan fiction at the time (woah, throwback). I can see just being in the Board gave me so much more self confidence, and this piece I’m about to share with you started it all!
(Don’t judge me it was a while ago! But okay!)
My prompt was What goes around comes around.
Emily was an angel.
For a very long time.
But what goes around doesn’t come around.
The universe decided that,
a) Her parents would send her to a boarding school
b) Her only friend would move to New York.
So Emily wasn’t an angel anymore.
It all started on the 14th of March at 7:22 p.m.
Her parents walked into the kitchen where Emily was baking a cake for the homeless man down the road.
“We need to send you to boarding school,” her mother said straight away without an ounce of emotion.
Emily needless to say dropped her cake.
Her father shot her mother an angry look but said nothing. He never did anyway.
Emily felt herself begin to shake, “W-why?” she asked with a gasp.
Fiona lived in London with her.
Would she stay in London?
“Don’t cry Emily. It’s for babies,” her mother scolded.
Emily gasped back the tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.
She vowed she would never love her mother again.
The boarding school was awful but at this point in our story Emily is still an angel.
She smiled at the people in the halls and she wrote to Fiona everyday.
“Good morning,” she grinned on her way to the letterbox.
Her red plaits swinging behind her.
She opened it with a smile, Fiona had wrote.
She ripped open the letter with glee.
Dear Emily,
I have the worst news possible.
I am moving to New York.
My dad says we won’t be able to write anymore as it is too much money.
Lots of Love
Fiona
xxx
P.S. I will miss you dearly.
Tears fell.
Emily decided she would never be an angel again.
From that moment on, if you smile at Emily you would not get a smile but a scowl.
She never let anyone close to her for fear of getting hurt.
If you were hoping for a happy ending prepare to be disappointed for what goes around never seems to come around again.
1 comment
Oh god. Sounds amazing to be in such a closely knit circle of book geeks. And that story was amazing