The Scream
Joe was an ordinary 12 years old. He lived by the riverside with his parents whom were fishermen for more than 15 years, even before Joe was born. He had a round face, very short and shiny white hair, big and wide eyes, a stout nose, small mouth, and a small bit of freckles on both of his cheeks. He liked to play basketball, play computer games, and just like anybody else, absolutely hated school. He was ready to sacrifice anything among his possessions to drop out of school.
Joe was an ordinary 12 years old. He lived by the riverside with his parents whom were fishermen for more than 15 years, even before Joe was born. He had a round face, very short and shiny white hair, big and wide eyes, a stout nose, small mouth, and a small bit of freckles on both of his cheeks. He liked to play basketball, play computer games, and just like anybody else, absolutely hated school. He was ready to sacrifice anything among his possessions to drop out of school.
On one ordinary day of summer vacation, Joe arrived from daily basketball practice and opened the refrigerator to drink a can of Gatorade. He had a weird feeling in him for all day long. The day was too... too ordinary. He ignored the unusual feeling he got from an ordinary day of his ordinary life and grabbed his chicken and egg sandwich and went to watch the sunset.
The sunset was always beautiful and touched the bottom of my heart. The glowing orb gleamed at the horizon, as it unleashed its last light of the day to paint the sky in purple, orange, red, yellow and pink. As the sun started to sink to the bottom of the river, Joe’s mother sat beside him. She seemed to be touched by the sunset, until she said, “Joe, are you ready for your new school year?”
“No, I don’t want to go. Why are asking me that?”, asked Joe dubiously.
“You don’t know, Joe? Tomorrow is your first day of 6th grade in middle school!”, said Joe’s mom.
“… no way…”, Joe said weakly, as he stood up trembling.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know. So, I guess you are not ready yet to start a new year..”
Joe was now having a major headache. He could not listen to rest of his mom’s words. He fell down on his knees and his father came running toward him shouting some bizarre words. His vision became very narrow and her parents started to look like black demons and monsters that will drag him down to the deepest bottom of hell. He started to run toward the bridge. The sunset no longer seemed beautiful and touching, but burnt his body with its blazing heat. The river seemed like a slithering serpent laughing at his agony and pain. As he reached the middle of the bridge, his head was aching with so much pain, that he could no longer run or walk. All he could do was scream.
But even that could not stop his parents from sending him to school^^
The topic is fairly broad like Joe living an ordinary life and then not wanting to go to school. Support has very qualitative detail that describes and shows an event. Pictures can be imagined in your mind from the descriptive information. The writer seems to be writing from knowledge or experience (not wanting to go to school). Bob has an insight in picking out how students feel like at the start of a new school year. He relates it with scary parents.
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