The right decision

Walt: write a narrative.

Pressure, I tried to persuade my mum. Forced, I still don’t want to go but mum commanded me to get in the car. Embarrassed, Mum kisses me on the forehead as she says goodbye. Laughing, is all I hear as I strolled up the steps and into the hallway. Bell rings as I head into a room with rows and rows of desks and a large desk in front of a green chalkboard, with bits of scribbles on it.

“Hey, look you guys, it’s that boy that got a kiss from his mum”, said a guy with a shiny leather jacket with a bright green eyes.

Everyone laughed. I turned red, red as an apple. I sank on a chair.    

After recess, I walked to the cafeteria. I quickly got my lunch and sat on a bench by myself. I flipped upon my head, trying to block the embarrassment away. At the corner of my eye, I saw a group that luscious hair, stunning clothes and especially handsome faces. I sat up, and stared at them. I recognised one of them. The guy in the leather jacket teased me in class. I became extremely jealous of their attractiveness, that I immediately walked up to them. “ Hi, I was wondering if I could, like join your group”, I stuttered. They all give me a face. I know that face, it meant, “ Hell no now get out of my face”. I turned and slowly walked to my lonely bench and ate.

After school, I turned to an alley and saw that exact same group, but this time they were smoking. “Why are you guys smoking?, I asked softly. One of them stood upright, and puffed out a bit of smoke on my face. I coughed. “That’s our thing, little man”, he said with a another puff of smoke on my face. A light bulb switched on. I know I will just smoke like them, then I will become one of them.

So the next day, I stole a cigarette from my mum’s drawers. I hurried outside. I hid behind a shed. I got the lighter from my right pocket and lit my cigarette. I inhaled my first smoke. It tasted burned and went the wrong way down my throat. I immediately threw the cigarette away. I coughed and coughed.

Two minutes later, I heard crackling noises, and screams. I turned around and saw that my house was on fire. I tried to find an exit to the front of the house but it was either on fire or burned. I panicked. This was all my fault. The sound of the fire fighter sirens deafened my ears. If I didn’t smoke in the first place, this would’ve never happened.

When the fire brigade finished, the smell was similar to burnt toast. I felt guilty. Mum walked with a disappointed face towards me. I felt her glaring at me, like a hawk very hungry hawk.      

Theme: Never do something if something is forcing you to.