Rachel Irvine written aged 13 Handwritten The bell echoed for lunch. Sam hated this time of day at school as it was the longest time out in the 'war zone'. He watched all the other kids rush outside and decided he'd have to join them sometime even though they'd be waiting for him. He crept outside on the cold, crisp October afternoon looking cautiously around. He couldn't see them, this was a change. Usually, they'd be waiting like hungry sharks. He picked up his pace, heading for the nearest safe corner. As he walked past the trees they whistled at him as if signalling to the bullies, almost hissing, 'He's here.' Sam shivered as he thought of what would happen to him if they found him. His heart began to beat faster however, as he approached his hiding place he had been saving for The Big Day. He took one last look around to make sure no one saw him creep into the trap door behind some old rusty dust bins. He dropped himself into the secret room underground. It wasn't very nice, just filled with cobwebs and broken glass bottles. He didn't really care, though, he didn't have much time. He set out his plan on the dusty floor. Everything was ready, the knife, vicious bullies searching for him and the small piece of paper handwritten. Sam made a loud crash as he knocked over a stack of broken glass bottles. Above ground, the bullies heard the crash and swaggered over to the dustbins arrogantly. 'It came down from there!' one of the bullies insisted. 'Are you sure he's not setting up a trap for us to walk right into?' another bully protested. 'He's not that bright, idiot, but if you don't trust me, then you can go down and check,' the ring leader argued furiously. Sam could hear muffled voices above ground. His heart began to beat faster. All they needed to do was take a few more steps and Sam's miserable school days would be over. Sam picked up the sharp knife, blowing the dust off it. 'Soon it will all be over,' he whispered to his reflection on the knife. He thought of the scar on his forehead from the time the bullies had thrown him into a wall, over and over and over again until they thought he was losing so much blood he would die. Sam's hairs stood up on the back of his neck at the thought of that day. Countless occasions he had been bleeding so much that he went numb and couldn't feel the pain any more. He preferred this as he just blacked out and didn't have to feel the pain. None of this would be as bad as today, though, but he didn't care because it would be the last. The trap door was lifted open and Sam clenched his hand firmly round the knife, hiding it behind his back as he did. One of the bullies was shoved down to check for any traps. The bully smirked at Sam. 'You're in big trouble now,' he chuckled. 'I don't care what your fat ass leader thinks of me or what he's going to do because you're all pathetic sheep for following him!' Sam shouted back in his most confident voice. 'You're in bigger trouble now,' the bully hissed. 'Come down, Big Jo!' Big Jo and his crew jumped down to the room where Sam stood facing away from the bullies, still hiding the knife that was about to spill blood. 'Come on boys, let's give ickle Sammy here a lesson he won't forget,' Big Jo said, looking smug as ever. Sam plunged the knife directly into his heart and manager to whisper, 'But you're too late.' Sam fell to the floor. A puddle of blood formed around him, staining his white shirt. The bullies scurried away, not wanting anything to do with the death of Sam. The handwritten note lay beside Sam's body.
To whoever may find me, yours faithfully Sam xx One last drop of blood landed on the note, sealing it as Sam's before it blew away out the open trap door, blending in with the reddy orange leaves. |
