Annie

** Fear ** I interrupted her. “No I’m sick of everyone saying, "I know you’re going through a hard time", and "I know what you going through sucks", but you don’t know. You just don’t. My breathing became quick and unsteady. I held my hand in a fist and dug my nails into my palm. My eyes started to sting with tears that I was trying to hold back. I felt my hand go cold. I felt my blood seeping through my knuckles and on to the floor. Principal Pula looked down at my hand and grabbed a pile of tissues and placed two over the blood that had dropped onto her floor, and then stretched over to unfold my hand. But I pulled away and blood dropped across my legs. I unfolded my hand and rubbed the blood down my jeans. I gritted my teeth at the sting as the rough fabric picked at the open wound. “Katie do you have a change of clothes?” I ignored her question. “Can I go now?” I whispered. “Well Katie we haven’t really talked about what happened in class.” “Please,” I said tensely. My hand started to bleed again. Principal Pula reached for the tissues, but I reached for my shirt. She sighed. ** Sadness ** She clung to her chest and slid down the wall sobbing. With her head in her knees her face became a hot red, the tears stinging as that ran down her face. ** A great novel first sentence … ** Some say that death is no more peaceful than life.

By Annie Pinzone.