One more assignment set for homework.

This one teacher wants me to write about how entertaining a day in the life of Shel is, but how are you supposed to write about something that isn't true, that really isn't entertaining. Some people tell you to just make it up, that it doesn’t matter if it's not true. I feel that you can't be expected to write about something that you have never experienced, that never even crossed your mind. Yeh okay! I wake up every morning to the sound of a man spewing as an alarm clock but I wouldn't exactly call it entertaining, it's more like a wake up call, a constant reminder about how different but yet the same every day is. Of course no one else wakes up the same way, because everyone is different, we may all be human, but there is always something to pin point that makes us unique, individual.

I don't understand those people that plan their days, what they're going to do, how they're going to do it, wouldn't like be more interesting if you were spontaneous and just went with the flow? But I can assure you that no matter how hard we teenagers try to escape, there are those days we feel trapped, when we can't have a say in how our day will play out, how our hair will go, what we can wear. Maybe someday we will get that freedom and wake up to an entertaining day.

Then you can come back and ask me to write about an entertaining day in the life of Shel. I know you may not appreciate this, but I hope you understand my views. Seeing as English is a set subject, I will try my best to make a day in the life of Shel half entertaining. Do you ever wake up in the morning and think to yourself "Why don't we just replay the same day for the rest of our school life"?

Well today was just on of those days, 7:15 A.M off goes my Dad being sick again. I sigh to myself. I open the curtains, to feel a smile spread across my face. When you wake up in the morning and open the curtains, it gives you that warm feeling, as you know there is at least something in your day you cannot control. The Weather.

It was absolutely tipping it down. Whereas, if you rewound to yesterday, the sun was shining brighter than a blazing house on fire. As the rest of the day flies by, you being to wonder what is actually happening. You happen to come across these life forms, many people know as "friends". They sit next to you on the bus, walk past you in the canteen, run round you on the sports field and twist your every word. It makes you wonder why the definition of the word friend is "A person whom one knows, likes and trusts". I think that this is a false definition, as when you come across this so called friend, putting your trust in them, back fires on you, like being shot right between the eyes with a hard golf ball. In my opinion, you can only trust yourself and no one but yourself. Its how you get by in the real world, but how do you get by in your own world? Maybe the stories finished, maybe it's not or maybe words just can't explain.

Words are used too much. But not enough. Everyday at school, sat in lessons, the teacher thinks we're listening but surely they must know that the mind of the teenager tunes out ever 5 minutes? Plugged with headphones, I start singing under my breath,

"Back to the street, down to our feet, losing the feeling of feeling unique. You know what I mean?" I think to myself and nod in agreement with these lyrics. The amount of stick people get these days, for not sticking to the rules of the 'Fashion police' is amazing. It's not about politics anymore or racism. It's about discrimination. People are not allowed to be individual or unique. If we do not abide by the rules we are at risk of losing our lives. You read about stabbings and suicides but people do not look beneath the surface to find out the reasons for these tragedies. Kids these days need to understand the fact that those who commit suicide are pressured into it, by their enemies, their long lost friends.

The bullies.

Walking through the school grounds, with the rain washing over my face. I feel a sudden spotlight streaming down on me, as I walk past all these people who make me replay the lyrics "Stop and Stare!”
Memories live as long as you, but pictures last forever.
Can't people understand, we're trapped, possessed and maybe even doomed to a life without feeling, peace and love?

Maybe one day we will all grow up.