English Writing

[Angelic Symphony]

Just something I got together for an English project regarding one of the books I read. The book is The Simple Gift by Steven Herrick and the question was Rewrite the story following Billy's encounter with the train driver, but this time, he has been handed over to the police. It's a free verse novel but we were aloud to write it anyway we pleased. Also, just to add before I type it up, The Simple Gift is really a simple book and a great read, I recommend it.

He wouldn't let me go. The grumpy train driver kept me locked in this cabin to wait for the cops to show their faces. The would mean, I would be sent back to that man I call my fath. That was one thing I couldn't let happen. But I couldn't get out! There were no windows to risk my life and jump out of. I was stuck in here, until they took me back. I cursed loudly as I continued to slam on the door. It was useless; I could already feel the bruises forming. It ached everytime I bashed my hand with as much force that I could conjure. I only had until the next stop. The police would meet us there, and I will be in a car heading back to Nowheresville. The hell hole I had only left hours ago. Giving up, I walked backwards into a comfy sofa. Why should I even bother bruising myself, when once I get back, I'll have to use no effort at all to get some. All I'll have to do is be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I closed my eyes over, locking away the angry tears which tried so hard to spill over. This wasn't turning out as planned.
My body jolted forward as the carriage halted to a stop. Closing my eyes was only for a safty precaution, not to get some rest while I still could. My head snapped towards the door as I heard the sound of busy footsteps. My eyes, wide with shock, searched around the room for anyway of escaped. but like my wasted efforts before, I only realized I was stuck in a situation I couldn't get out of. The anger boiled in my blood, I could feel the angry tears begin to build up again. The door handle twisted twice to the right and my eyes caught the glimpse of blue fabric. I couldn't use the only energy I had left, I focused it all on my anger. I couldn't lash out, or I'll be like my father. My eyes dropped to brown carpeted floor, I only heard mumbles, I tried not to listen. I tried so hard. A chubby face, with a days worth of stubble poked his way into my vision. The smile he wore was obviously sympathy. I didn't want sympathy. His lips moved, my eyes shut tight as I focused. I heard the mumbled voice, it was rough and coarse. Why was I shocked by this? Or it could have been the tone of voice as he asked if I had a name.
"Billy." The traitor words slipped their way past my lips. I was certain I had them sealed tight. Just in case, I slammed my lips into a hard line, my brows furrowed.
"Why don't you tell us where you came from, Billy?" It was female this time. A female bent beside me, her hand on my shoulder, and the sweetest smile that reminded me of my mother. And that was it. The words spilled freely from my pale lips, and through all that time, I believed I was recounting a weekend for my mother, just like I was six again.

One month later.

This was a better home, a better town, a better foster family I coul call my own. No drunken father, who takes his anger out on me, just a working class businessman. A stay at home mum, that makes my three siblings and me lunch everyday, with a smile just like the police woman, just like my mother. And I couldn't be any happier than I am now.

[varsha]

whoah, that was pretty good.
I'll see if if I can find that book ^^

[Angelic Symphony]

Thank you ^^
I did try my best. And it's a good book, READ IT!