Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

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Autumn pulls out the books of her crumbling locker, afraid of it all collapsing on her. Her locker was on the top and this was great considering her height. Her brunette hair falls to her face as she bends down to pick up her fallen pencil case. She places it on her books and begins to close her locker. She swivels around on her semi-high heels and walks away to her dreaded English class. As she passes the musty classrooms her eyes glaze over her reflection. Most people would see a light hazel-eyed girl looking back with bouncy curls defining her perfect face. Bu all she sees is a slightly crooked nose only noticeable with a protractor and one forming pimple which could be only spotted with a microscope. The flaws, in herself but the rest of the world sees her beauty, both in and out. Except for a group made with the most sinister monsters alive. Autumn's good sense of humour and her award-winning smile presents her as a friend her peers and a responsible individual to the teachers. She is known for her will to do what is …show more content…

Autumn thinks, while trying to bring blood circulation back into the arms that held those dreaded books, 'They should really stop printing the useless textbooks and just allow the online version. One, none of the teachers use them. Two, they weigh a tonne.' It is lunch and she finally gets to see Laura. She goes down to the cafeteria to collect her lunch. Autumn usually has to get school lunches because her parents are too busy. But she doesn't complain, she knows that they're doing it for her. Autumn has a tray of juicy glistening fried popcorn chicken with a small scoop of ketchup, a dollop of buttery mashed potato, a small clump of bright green peas and a chocolate chip cookie. She glances around the cafeteria and finds a table for the both of them. Autumn takes a seat and starts to nibble on her chicken, waiting for her best friend, who seemed to be taking the time of her

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