is this a good start 4 my storY?
i have 5 pages only so far, just a short start is over here...im not really good at this, so gimme some of ur ideas and stuff....plz....thnx =)13/10/08…Jacqueline Bradford~I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. He approached, I could feel the bloodcurdling warmth and hear the life-sucking steps approach. Nearer. Even closer. It all happened so quickly that I had no time to think, I had not time to do anything, I couldn’t see him, his face. I couldn’t find the strength in me to lift up my head and face him. My eyes, desperate in seeking for some refuge, batted and shot from one place to another.He quickly made his way to me, he knew exactly what I was doing right there. I caught the shadow and the horrible presence of a black ghost upon me. He stopped for some, everlasting in my head, seconds and then reached out…..I felt a sort of a mixture of shame, embarrassment and regret. I started to blush. I said “I’m sorry sir, please sir, don’t put me a zero, please, give me one last chance. I promise I will-”“quit it, just hand me in the paper, its been the last warning I gave you 5 minutes ago. You got a zero. Now, hand me the paper please.” “But sir…No..please! I will-” I tried begging, holding my paper away.“I think I told you what to do.” He said with an eternal solemn face and patiently waited there.It was useless, there was no way to do ANYTHING “illegal” (as he called it) in his class. He was one of those always-follow-the-rules-no-matter-what teachers. And that fact made a lot of students hate him. But unlike many, I liked him, although he really did make me feel like inventing some time-stopping machine and No More snoring punching right in face sometimes. This current exam situation was one of those. “I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it……” - I could hear the loud and extremely annoying alarm set off. “Ugh, after 2 minutes it will automatically snooze, im NOT getting up.” I thought to myself and dozed off.SNORE…“I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it……” - “Oh craaaaaaaaap, not again…it had to be 10 minutes of sleep I had to get …not 10 seconds…no….just 10 more minutes…”SNORE…SNORE…SNORE…SNORE…….“I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it……” - “AAAaaaaaah, got up, looked at the time - “7:50” …”“Oh….damn……”- I whispered in my head with a really tired expression.wondering…8:50..it means I am…(doing the math) I’m like, factually late already!?“7:50?!”Looking back at the alarm, eyes rapidly widen and a swearing word comes out loud and clear. “FUCK!”As quickly as possible I just push all my stuff into my bag and drop it next to my black, old and all in drawings and math calculations table. Rush to my wardrobe and grab some random jeans with some shirt. “Oh great, its Tweety on it” I am thinking, as I just pull it over myself and jump into my jeans. I run towards the door and practically jump into my converse. Clutch my keys off the holder and open the door, with the first step realizing that I left my bag all the way back in my room. I run in right with my sneakers on, thinking of how my mum would kick my bottom right now, but she cant see… I grin to myself as I’m already out the door closing it from the outside. Carefully listening for the clicking sound to tell me when to stop turning.It’s scorching outside and I start running. I later realize running was a mistake, because I’m barely walking, out of breath.8:30 SHARPI reached school and stared at the guard in his little, brick-made, maroon building with the corner of my eye, as if letting him know that I can see him and I signalize him to open the gates for me. He presses his tiny, red button (well I don’t really know the color, but I like thinking of it being red) and I can hear the sharp clack indicating that the gates aren’t locked and I can open them.I enter and give the guard a nod. As I further walk, I’m staring at my green converse move; stepping on the school ground; stairs; kicking the door. Oops “good morning, sir” …I make my way up to the class and as I do I realize that nobody is in the corridors which signals me I’m late… sad… all my running was for nothing?I reach the door of my beloved math class, knock knock. “hello sir, may I come in?”“yeah get in here Miss Bradford …”I shuffle myself into the class and drop my khaki, military-patterned bag on the last desk and sagged myself behind. The class stopped staring and I felt much better. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrng rang the bell and as the class, like 1 big whole mass, moved out of the class with chattering and various sounds coming from them, and gradually disappearing as the door closed. I went up to teacher and asked about my exam. “sir, is there anyway to increase my mark, not to fail because of that zero?”“well, you can do a project and get a five in the next exam. I see no other ways my Bradford.”“well, could you assign me a project then?”“oh sure.”“thanks sir!” I said with
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