Creative Writing Draft

Draft :

Warm and sunny, the day had began. The leap of my brother on me, awoke me swiftly. My mum worked late so she was never up in time. Dragging my tired body out of bed , with my brother clung on like a koala, It was time to get everything ready. The mornings always happened so quickly, Before i knew it , the time to go had come. This was the time i dreaded, each and every morning. Regardless, i walked out feeling as if my heart was in my throat. The group of boys approached me, I knew the first one was coming.

“Did you fall over in dirt this morning” He said.
“Bro, how can you even afford a school bag” Another exclaimed. “What smells and looks like shit ?” He asked,
“A Maori” They all yelled, as they ran away.

I felt the tears emerge from my eyes, My face tightened as my chest sunk deep down into my body. This was my upbringing, This was the way i was treated because of the colour my skin was. Comments being thrown at me like i was in a constant game of dodgeball. Day after day, I took comment after comment. With these constant insults being projected on to me throughout my whole childhood, My brain was consumed by them and i began to believe i was all the things they had said.

I lay in bed one night, Thoughts running backwards and forwards through my brain like a wrecking ball. Their comments still ringing in my ears like Big Ben on a silent day. My heart plummeted at the thought that i could never fit in. Although it sounded bad, I wanted other people to feel my pain. I had an urge to stand up for my self, In saying that my body trembled at the thought of actioning anything. I put my fears aside, I had been miserable for too long. I told myself, I would stand up for not only myself, But my culture.