Parallel_Storyline,_Creative_Writing

Creative writing “Barriers in society or a group may prevent belonging” Use this quote as the basis for your imaginative writing. Mark – Black writing Mysterious kid – Blue writing What in the world is wrong with this kid'! He doesn’t speak when spoken to. He doesn’t listen to anything anyone asks. I don’t understand, how can you be so thick' This five foot, something, kid just moved to our neighborhood, and does not want to talk to any of us, I mean, who doesn’t want to talk to me' I’m the most approachable person. Fine, he doesn’t want to involve himself with me, well then he is not welcome in our group of friends… I didn’t like the smell of this new town. The amount of cars and factories had polluted this place to a disgusting extent; I can’t bare to stand the smell. Besides that, I don’t even like the people. This one kid, Mark, he won’t leave me alone, he sees that I ignore him, that I don’t want to be a part of his group, why can’t he just leave me alone! He is pretty tall, he scares me sometimes, it looks like he is going to hit me because I don’t talk to him, it’s a pity I can’t understand what he’s saying, but he wouldn’t understand me and my situation, nobody does… I didn’t see that weird kid in a week, I thought maybe I should go and apologise for the way I treated him the day we met. My friends and I were playing a game of soccer in the field near our house, and I saw him, all by himself, kicking a ball against a wall, I knew this was my chance to say sorry. I called out to him, with no avail, as usual, he didn’t answer me, and so I went and spoke to him. He continued no answering me, so I put my hand on his shoulder, and I felt a jolt of fear shoot straight up his body, he was scared of me. I told him it was alright, and to come play with us, but he just turned away, and kept playing his stupid game. I got sick of him and his childish ways, so I pushed him onto the ground. I was devastated as soon as I realized what I had done, I saw something in his eyes, a fury of some sort, I couldn’t stop apologizing but he got up running away, I tried to follow, but my legs did not move, I stood there, head down, with nothing to say for myself… I stayed in the house for a week, I thought maybe Mark would forget about me and leave me alone, I haven’t had any friends for years, and I didn’t want any now. Besides, I still haven’t gotten used to this house yet, I can’t even put my feet up on the couch, it feels like it’s a foreign place to me, not ‘home’. Mum forced me to go out one afternoon and play some sort of sport, so I was kicking a ball up against a wall for some fun, everything was going fine, until I saw that Mark kid come up to me. I was worried, I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, he put his hand on my shoulder and I almost had a heart attack. He kept talking, and then all of a sudden he pushed me to the ground. ‘SMACK’ I hit the ground like a bungee jumper with no rope would hit the ground; it felt as if I dropped from the clouds. Sharp pains ran up through my arms, as I was trembling in fear, I felt the blood from my elbows drip down onto the floor, it had the same rhythm as the seconds hand on a giant clock. As soon as I realized what just happened, I got up running, without looking back, I knew Mark didn’t move, he stood there, still as a statue… Mum assured me that I had to tell him the truth, I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. I couldn’t confront him about it, because he wouldn’t know what to say, or in-fact, how to say it. So I decided to write him a letter, I told Mark why I never spoke to him; how I was terrified of him, and that I am no longer concerned about his actions the other day. I could taste the anxiety in my mouth, I did not know how to feel, but as I looked out my window, and saw the group of kids playing together, with smiles and their faces having all the fun in the world, carefree and almost as if they were completely shutting the world out, I knew straight away, this was a better way to feel then not sending the letter, it had to be done. Now all I could do was wait… Two weeks had past and I could barely comprehend why I had to push the poor kid, I felt so bad. When I finally worked up the courage to go to his house and talk to him, I stumbled upon a little letter left outside my door. It had written on the front, ‘from your neighbor, the mysterious kid’. I swallowed my saliva, which felt like a rock trying to squeeze through a pipe that was two times smaller than its diameter, and took a deep breath as I opened the neatly folded letter… Oh dear god, he was deaf… I picked up a pen and pad, and rushed to his house like a mad man, the large sun in the sky, turned into a speck of dust in a dark corridor as my nerves kicked in again. My knuckles on his door sounded like bombs dropping in my head ‘BOOM, BOOM, BOOM’. The door opened slowly, and quietly. Behind it, stood the mysterious kid, with a little smile on his face, as he said “come in”. As we sat in the living room, I explained to him why I did what I did (by pen and paper of course), and he answered me by spoken word, I found this unusual, but I learned quite a lot about him, he was a nice kid, all he needed were some real friends, that took him for what he is, that understand him… Not long after I dropped the letter at Mark’s house, I heard soft little knocking in our door, as I opened it and saw that it was Mark, I smiled, just like mum to me to do, and told him to come in. He was knowledgeable enough to bring a pen and paper with him to write what he wanted to say to me, I found that quite amusing. He explained his actions, and I told him my reasons for completely ignoring him, irrelevant of my deafness. I think he understands me, and I now know he just wanted me to feel welcome, wanted to make me feel happy, wanted me to bond… He’s looking around him, he sees nobody, he’s running as fast as he can, he sees what he needs to do. He shoots, he scores! Alex (the mysterious kid) scored a goal in our game of soccer, he is pretty skillful, and who would of thought' I can feel a good and prosperous friendship between us, teaches you to NEVER judge a book, by its cover… Mark invited me to play a game of soccer with them, and I scored in it! Mark is pretty thoughtful and quite gentle too, who would of thought' I really like this town now, even the smell of it has kind of sunk in, and the people are great. I think I’m going to make a lot of friends here, teaches you to give people a chance before you make any rash decisions…