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Back to School
This is the first draft of the story for my writing course. Basically we had to write about something that had happened to us and work in 2 or 3 flashbacks. There was a 500 word limit. This is what I came up with and I'd appreciate some feedback as the guy I normally show my stuff to isn't around
Back to School
I can feel my cheeks burning and tears stinging in my eyes. I won't cry, not this time. I'm an adult damn it! It's not supposed to be like this. I know everyone else is staring at me, I can feel their eyes without having to raise my head. How long before the whispers start? The sniggers and giggles? No, I won't cry, I've spent years working up my defences against this and I'm not about to let them down now.
"Look at her hair. I bet her mum cuts it for her."
"You've got a degree. I thought that was supposed to mean you had a brain."
Not much of a difference really. I may as well be back at school.
I guess it started when we moved back to England. While we were in Germany everyone was in the same boat. We were all Forces families and we had to get used to moving around. Everyone was nice to each other but nobody really made friends. There was no point; you'd just have to leave them when the next posting came through.
Of course all that changed when my Dad left the army. We settled down and I found myself in a school that I knew I was never going to leave. Not until I moved to Secondary school anyway. The people I met here were going to be stuck with me until we went off to University
Of course everyone was curious about the new girl at first. But as soon as they found out that there wasn't much to me, that my family wasn't especially rich and that I was quite shy, that was it.
"Look at her clothes." They whispered, loud enough for me to hear of course. "I'm amazed she can even afford to buy in charity shops."
The teachers turned a blind eye of course. They had their star pupils to focus on. The ones whose parents were in the PTA and on the school governors board. What did it matter if one girl, whose grades were average, was being picked on a little. It was part of school life.
And now here I am again. It's not everyone this time, just one woman who seems to think that putting me down in front of everyone in our office will make her look better. Maybe she doesn't realise how many bad memories she's stirring up or maybe she does. People are strange creatures and I don't think I'll ever figure them out entirely.
"If someone is picking on you just ignore them and they'll go away."
So I don't cry. I'm not even sure I can anymore
Back to School
I can feel my cheeks burning and tears stinging in my eyes. I won't cry, not this time. I'm an adult damn it! It's not supposed to be like this. I know everyone else is staring at me, I can feel their eyes without having to raise my head. How long before the whispers start? The sniggers and giggles? No, I won't cry, I've spent years working up my defences against this and I'm not about to let them down now.
"Look at her hair. I bet her mum cuts it for her."
"You've got a degree. I thought that was supposed to mean you had a brain."
Not much of a difference really. I may as well be back at school.
I guess it started when we moved back to England. While we were in Germany everyone was in the same boat. We were all Forces families and we had to get used to moving around. Everyone was nice to each other but nobody really made friends. There was no point; you'd just have to leave them when the next posting came through.
Of course all that changed when my Dad left the army. We settled down and I found myself in a school that I knew I was never going to leave. Not until I moved to Secondary school anyway. The people I met here were going to be stuck with me until we went off to University
Of course everyone was curious about the new girl at first. But as soon as they found out that there wasn't much to me, that my family wasn't especially rich and that I was quite shy, that was it.
"Look at her clothes." They whispered, loud enough for me to hear of course. "I'm amazed she can even afford to buy in charity shops."
The teachers turned a blind eye of course. They had their star pupils to focus on. The ones whose parents were in the PTA and on the school governors board. What did it matter if one girl, whose grades were average, was being picked on a little. It was part of school life.
And now here I am again. It's not everyone this time, just one woman who seems to think that putting me down in front of everyone in our office will make her look better. Maybe she doesn't realise how many bad memories she's stirring up or maybe she does. People are strange creatures and I don't think I'll ever figure them out entirely.
"If someone is picking on you just ignore them and they'll go away."
So I don't cry. I'm not even sure I can anymore