Mid-Term Break – Creative Writing

I was in the college sick bay exclusively morning panicking and wondering why I was sat in this teeny-weeny clinical room. I was left alone lying on the sr. squashy but cold bed. I was listening to the bells ring all(prenominal) hour. I was wondering what lesson I should be in now if I had non been in this uncomfortable, small cramped room.At last, the school declare walked in and said to me Simon your next door neighbours are here. I picked up my coat, put my bag on my back, and walked to the school receipt where my neighbours were stood. My neighbours were adept people. They were the type that would help out, like picking me up from school or baby-sitting my brother. My neighbours came and gave me a hug and sat me down by the school reception and said Simon, we have some bad news. All sorts of things were travel rapidly through my head at that moment, I thought that their cat had died or something but these words came out Your brother is in hospital. He has been phlebotom ise over by a car.On the way firm I felt sick. Tears were trickling down my face while I was thinking if my brother was okay or not.On the way internal the journey felt like five hours rather that ten minutes.When I finally got home, I saw my father crying in the porch. I tried to comfort him but I was too worried myself to be of any real help. I thought I knew what had happened, my father does not real cry when somebody dies but this time he was really crying. He was alone in his own world. He was cold and noises were muffled. The crying clouded his eyesight.As I entered the house, there were many people lecture about different things. I could not tell what they were formula it was unspoiled one loud noise. I could make out big Jim Evans, my uncle, who was saying in a solemn voice, it was a hard blow.My jr. sister, Natalie, was in the pram rocking and laughing as though nothing had happened. I wished that I could do that just pretend that nothing had happened. I went upstair s to my bed room and was met by lots of old men whom I had never seen before, I was embarrassed when they all stood up and started to shake my hand, they told me they were pitiable for my trouble. I locked on to someone saying that I was the eldest electric shaver away at boarding school when my brother had been run over. I was holding my mums hand when I heard this.At ten oclock on Tuesday morning, my brothers mud arrived at the house and was taken upstairs to the bean plant. The corpse was abut in bandages and they were stained in blood around the body. This made me find sick. I wanted to get out of the room as officious as I could.The following morning I went upstairs into the attic to say my goodbyes. The room was cold and many candles were lit around the corpse to show respect. Snowdrops soothed the atmosphere and made everything calm. I saw him lying in the coffin. It was the first time I had seen him in six weeks because I had been away at boarding school. He was lyin g there, but more cadaver and paler than I had seen him six weeks ago.He was lying there with a poppy infract on his left temple where the car had hit him. It appeared as though he was fast asleep in his bed, but it was not his bed, it was a coffin. He had no gaudy scars because the bumper had knocked him clear. This made me feel sick again but I did not want to leave the room. His box was tetrad foot long as if this was a foot for every year.