The blaring bell in the distance only seemed to weigh Rye down as he scrambled for an excuse. He wildly avoided the stern, evergreen eyes of his teacher, gazing around for inspiration. I completed this piece in 20 minutes as part of a Selective Trial Test (Writing) with the topic being “I deserve a day off from school because . . .”
“Well?” she snapped, glaring.
Rye had the sudden, overwhelming urge to flee, to scramble away so he wouldn’t need to face her deadly wrath. Looking up at her furious face once again only confirmed his instincts – his legs had started moving, on their own accord.
Halfheartedly speeding out of the foul – smelling place of dread, Rye shut out the snarls that were now plaguing his ear – drums. Feeling sick to the stomach, he roughly shoved the ever – so – familiar wooden double doors in his way. Sharp splinters pricked his skin, causing him to wince in pain. The rest of his journey went by in a blur, and the bitter wind did nothing to help his racing heart. Finally, Rye reached his destination. Soft grass and huge trees started to settle, and soon enough, so did the bone – white moon.
Rye forced his feet to move up onto the top of a rock. With a loud huff, he sat, gazing into the night sky. It was beautiful. Winking stars dotted an inky cloak of night, as if sympathetic. Rays upon rays of moonlight smiled upon him, lighting up not only his warm body, but his inwardly thoughts too. Rye closed his bluebell eyes in content and smiled.
His day off from school seemed to be worth it, after all.
