Maybe...
I was just walking to school. Maybe it was the fact that I was already 10 minutes late and wasn't hurrying. Maybe it was because I had burned my baby tooth on the fire the night before. Maybe I was just plain lucky.
I was thinking about the manga comic that I was creating, not to boast or anything but I'm a pretty decent manga artist. My old, tatty shoes dragging along the wet path at every step. My right foot dragged over a pencil. I picked it up as something to draw with and carried on trudging down the hill. My cold fingers feeling the weird patterns along the dry...
Maybe I had dried it when I picked it up - but I don't remember doing so. maybe it was quick drying, get real! how can wood be quick drying!? Everything else was soaking wet! Maybe it was special...
I slumped onto my chair. sopping wet. A test paper was slammed down in front of me. "Glad you've shown your face, Danka" My teacher barked at me. "OK class- You may begin!"
35 test papers were opened, 34 pencils chewed. Maybe I never chewed my pencil because I didn't like the taste of wood, maybe I didn't chew my pencil because I never liked chewing or biting in an y way. Maybe I just didn't chew my pencil.
The school day seemed longer than usual. Maybe it was because it was all tests- maybe it was because my watch was running slow. Finally I heard the bell ring, I was about to rush outside when my teacher called me in a scary way.
My teacher is at least 92. She wears her brown hair in a tight bun. She must use half a ton of hair-spray every day. She always wears a black, starched suit and ultra-small glasses.
"Danka!" she screeched "Either you've been doing a lot of revision or you've cheated!"
"Well, I didn't do so much revision - and I definitely didn't cheat... " I answered. I had
the pencil tucked neatly into my pocket. "So why did you get more than top marks?!"
Maybe it was just pure luck.
I got home and started doodling. I drew a character over and over again. I was using the pencil i had found on the street. I fell asleep with images of the character running around my head.
"Wake up! Wake UP!" I heard a strange voice scream, "10 more minutes, mum!" I buried myself in the duvet. After about a minute I peeped out and I couldn't believe my eyes...
Standing as if she was a real person was the character I had been non-stop drawing!
To be continued.
I was thinking about the manga comic that I was creating, not to boast or anything but I'm a pretty decent manga artist. My old, tatty shoes dragging along the wet path at every step. My right foot dragged over a pencil. I picked it up as something to draw with and carried on trudging down the hill. My cold fingers feeling the weird patterns along the dry...
Maybe I had dried it when I picked it up - but I don't remember doing so. maybe it was quick drying, get real! how can wood be quick drying!? Everything else was soaking wet! Maybe it was special...
I slumped onto my chair. sopping wet. A test paper was slammed down in front of me. "Glad you've shown your face, Danka" My teacher barked at me. "OK class- You may begin!"
35 test papers were opened, 34 pencils chewed. Maybe I never chewed my pencil because I didn't like the taste of wood, maybe I didn't chew my pencil because I never liked chewing or biting in an y way. Maybe I just didn't chew my pencil.
The school day seemed longer than usual. Maybe it was because it was all tests- maybe it was because my watch was running slow. Finally I heard the bell ring, I was about to rush outside when my teacher called me in a scary way.
My teacher is at least 92. She wears her brown hair in a tight bun. She must use half a ton of hair-spray every day. She always wears a black, starched suit and ultra-small glasses.
"Danka!" she screeched "Either you've been doing a lot of revision or you've cheated!"
"Well, I didn't do so much revision - and I definitely didn't cheat... " I answered. I had
the pencil tucked neatly into my pocket. "So why did you get more than top marks?!"
Maybe it was just pure luck.
I got home and started doodling. I drew a character over and over again. I was using the pencil i had found on the street. I fell asleep with images of the character running around my head.
"Wake up! Wake UP!" I heard a strange voice scream, "10 more minutes, mum!" I buried myself in the duvet. After about a minute I peeped out and I couldn't believe my eyes...
Standing as if she was a real person was the character I had been non-stop drawing!
To be continued.