Elena

This story was written on the 16th August 2010, Writers workshop. Why? Why does Britney get everything she wants? Why is Britney so Popular? I wouldn’t call her pretty but everyone else absolutely adores her! People say I’m a wannabe, but no way, I’m happy with just being me. I don’t need the looks, the popularity, the attitude or the friends, being myself is one hundred times better. So in class, of course, as usual I’m on my own on a table while everyone else is on Britney’s. But I don’t care. In class today we’ve got a spelling test and easy words too. I wonder how those distracted slaves for Britney will do. The teacher says, “The first word, House, I live in a house.” How easy is that? After the 30 words, we had to correct them. “Britney,” the teacher turns, “Please spell the first word, House.” “Uh, Yeah, sure, duh!” she says like it was stupid to ask. “House,” says the teacher again. She runs her finger to stop on her page. “Um......H.......um.....O.......S........um... See, that’s right! Isn’t it? See?” she turned to look at me. “Incorrect!!” says the teacher. “For your age, that’s terrible! And an easy word too!” He turns to me. “Can you please spell House for us please, Sally?” I nod and start to spell. “H...O.....U.....SE.” I look at Britney with a smug smile on my face. “Correct!” says the teacher, “Well done.” Everyone on Britney’s table turned to her, giggled and then everyone swarmed across the room towards me and sit down on my table. So it looks like I have my chance of popularity! THE END This short story was written on the 17th August, Writers workshop with Michael Pryor. The man growled with an evil look on his face, “Get lost boy!” he snarled. He held up a newspaper ready to hit me. “Please sir, only a dollar or two...” I say. “Never you weak orphan! Make your own money! Not from people walking down the street!” he hissed. “Well what would you do sir? Stranded on the street with no money, no food?” He grew angrier. He pushes me on the dirty ground, “How dare you talk back to me, you peasant!” This short story was written on the 18th August, Writers workshop with Sue Saliba. At Nonna and Nonno’s house, in their garden, hidden by trees so big and tall, looking wise and old. Behind those trees, in the “Jungle” we called it, was sunny, bright and beautiful. Flowers blossomed on the trees, for it was in the spring. The leaves were bright green, glowing with life. We laughed and giggled as these old times past. I felt happy, connected with everyone else and peaceful as the scent of freshness was in the air. (Nonna and Nonno is my Grandma and my Grandpa)