1986, November 16Th.

            Sprinting, skidding, attempting to turn corners without bashing into walls, looking over my shoulder every now and again. I hear whispers, i feel eyes staring down at me as if to imply the fact that i am smaller and unable to outrun the furious gaze of the unknown. I slow down fighting for a breath in these tight situations. My heart pounds hard, forcing itself to pump enough blood and oxygen to the rest of my body. I feel fear take hold of my muscles causing them to tense and breakdown. I fall to the ground, surprised and dumbfounded at the way defeat has slapped me in the face. I roll onto my back and gaze up at the dark sky, that looks like a safe haven which was decorated with silver glitter, that glows throughout the night. I close my eyes and think, this is it. I failed to outrun the ghostly hatred that has been following me for years now. I open my eyes to a cold, hard stare. My heart froze, unable to bear the fact that my frightened soul is about to abandon my useless body. I lay paralysed, only my thoughts were raging savagely inside my mind. My head pounded, my sight was blinded and my senses were killed. The end I thought, this is the end.

1981, May 24Th.

            “Mum! Where is my school bag?” I asked, digging around the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. This was going to be my fourth late to school. By the time i walk to school it will be about 7:15am already.

“Check in the cupboard, Adam!” My mum was downstairs in the kitchen, attempting to feed my grandfather, I thought. I dashed to the cupboard and search furiously through the mess. Eventually, I found it hidden under a small pile of vests. I jerked it out, not caring about the mess it made on the floor. I shoved a whole load of my books into the bag, hoisted it onto my shoulders and sped downstairs. With a kiss to my mum and a ruffle to my grandfather’s hair I fled through the door and started my trek through the different ally ways. That was when I tripped up.

            Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse, I turned around to find books and pens scattered all over the floor. I sighed. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I gathered all the items together, steadily put them in my bag and stood up. I shuffled slightly, then stopped, wondering what it was that tripped me up. Never mind I thought to myself, school first.As i reached school I found the principal, Mr. Williams, standing at the school gates. As I approached him his face shifted from a slight day dreaming smile to a full purpose scowl. Great. I’m totally dead now.