I had to make up a story for my english class about one of my experiences in life. You could base it on fact, but make it a fiction story... so this is a kinda 'faction' story! Enjoy!
“Catch the ball, Mia!” shouted Melissa excitedly.
I spun around quickly but missed the ball by a fraction of a second. It was fairly obvious that I wasn’t concentrating. I had already missed ten out of twelve passes and they were all straightforward ones.
“I’m taking a break.” I mumbled, taking a step back.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY! AMELIA! HURRY! YOU’RE GOING TO GET KILLED!” I could hear those distant voices calling out to me, but I had no idea what they meant. I waved back to them, proving that I was uninjured and that there was no danger. But I acted too soon. BAMM! A strong, destructive force hit me with an almighty clash. I heard my fragile bones breaking and blood gushing out of my nose. What seemed like miles away, an ambulance came and some sort of force was pushing the crowd back. I felt my body being lifted up onto a stretcher and thought of this to be my future funeral. It felt…unusually comfortable. I wanted to sleep in there forever and forget about my pain, my sadness and my existence in this horrifying nightmare.
- 2 months later -
I was alone in my colourless world, crying over a broken guitar.
“REPAIR!” I vociferated.
My voice rang through the silent world. I could still remember the day I first came to this world. I saw a huge force coming at me. Stunned by it, I could not move my feet. The next thing I knew, I was thrown into this mysterious place. I gazed down sadly at the floor. Suddenly, a spot of red appeared on the floor. This was unusual I thought to myself. Months have passed and there hadn’t been any trace of any colour. Then, another spot of brown became evident on my guitar, and another. My world was getting colourful again! But why and how? I looked down at my shattered guitar and stared in amazement. One by one, the strings...