Wednesday, 9 May 2012

The End.

Everything will stop beathing,
Everything will stop living,
Everything will be different,
It will be somthing i don't want,
I want the past ,
the good times too last,
and i don't want to start all over again.

Everything spins closer and closer to the end 18 school days to go. I can't leave school I'm only fifteen! Everyone else is ready and excited. I'm not ready, I'm panickstricken i actually don't know what to do. Everybody finds it easy, their not really bothered. I hate people ending chapters of my life for me why do we only have to be legally allowed to stay 5 years in secondary school  ? Why not 6. If i had an extra year i would have done better in my exams, If i had an extra year i would be old enough to leave school and be sensible, If i had an extra year,it would save me from failing at A-level.

September gotta start over again, new friends, new life, new courses.
Who says "New" is good ? A new phone can be rubbish, new jam can be mouldy so i think new stuff is stupid.
"Old " says routine and saftey and being safe from attack or drinkdriving sixthformers.

18 days to go everyone needs to remember we arre not talking about Christmas but the rest of our lives.

3 comments:

  1. your forgetting
    the new shoes that will rub,
    the new bread thats stale so you have to make toast
    the new ennemy's you will make (im sure they will not likeing you already)

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    1. Great t know you're supportive Alison...

      I'm scared as well, but you've got to look forward to the future as well. I mean, if we hadn't grown up Mum wouldn't be letting me hop on a train and come and visit this summer.
      As usual your poem was amazing.

      AAA (Hannah)

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    2. but i dont want to grow up (i have peter pan syndrome and im a day dream beliver).

      i never said it was a bad, i just listed the stuff im not looking forwaard to. how did you convince your mum yo have grown up.

      so cool your coming down this summer. and on a train, yay excitment.

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