Creative writing 2nd draft

That Morning

This piece of creative writing explores a memory told from the perspective of Matilda from Mister Pip. It occurs when Matilda pulls back the curtains.

I woke up to a cold winter morning with the loud sharp tweets of the birds. The warm comforting sun had seeped through the curtains filling up the room with the morning sun light.  The heat of the sunrise seemed to warm my covers.I sat up on my bed and pulled back the curtains, as I did I felt a bitterly cold breeze from a gap in the window piercing through my skin.The dullness in my room had faded away, it went from a tint from the curtains to a bright light filling the loneliness and the darkness in my room. I sat on the edge of my bed letting my eyes adjust.

The sun had reminded me of the day I had walked into the classroom. It was dark and felt empty but there was just enough light to show a tall white slim man standing in front of the classroom, named Mr Watts. He had said, “ We are going to make this a place of light no matter what happens.”  I felt so intrigued because this man stood out from the rest of us, he wasn’t like us.

When he had said that I wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the classroom itself as it was dull, black and felt heartless. The classroom was covered up with dead palm tree leaves that prevented the light from coming in. Now I am certain he meant, no matter what happens we are going to make this place filled with the light of knowledge. It made me think about my schooling life and the hardship we had to go through to learn. Mister Watts was right, he was the one that helped us gain the knowledge we needed, even through the rough times. Even though times were hard, I continued to learn.

I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. There it was again the white light peering through the windows reflecting on the mirror in front of the sink, reflecting back at me. The sun wasn’t so comforting anymore it was just a reminder of my difficult, past life. I could imagine the palm tree leaves swaying in the soft breeze, the tropical sun peering through the windows as we sat there listening to Mister Watts. Then all of sudden I could see the redskins coming in and destroying everything we had. Our classroom was destroyed, Mr Watts was killed, but the light of knowledge remained with us even to this day. I didn’t like this reminder, so I splashed some cold refreshing water on my face to remind myself it was all in the past and I am here now in London.

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Creative writing first draft

That Morning 

I woke up to a cold winters morning with the loud sharp tweets of the birds chirping away, the heat of the sunrise seemed to warm my covers.

The warm comforting sun had seeped through the curtains filling up the room with the morning   sun light. I sat up on my bed  to pull the curtains and the dullness in my room had faded away, as I did I felt a bitterly cold breeze from a gap in the window piercing through my skin. It went from a tint from the curtains to a bright light filling the loneliness and the darkness in my room. I sat on the edge of my bed letting my eyes adjust to the light.

The sun had reminded me of the day I walked into the classroom, it was dark and felt empty but there was  just enough light to show a tall white slim man standing in front of the classroom, named Mr watts. He had said “ We are going to make this a place of light no matter what happens.”

I felt so intrigued because this man stood out from the rest of us, he wasn’t like us.

When he had said that I wasn’t sure weather he was referring to the classroom it self as it was dull, black and felt heartless. It was  covered up with dead palm  tree leaves preventing the light from coming in. But now I am certain he meant, no matter what happens we are going to make this place filled with the light of knowledge. It made me think about my schooling life and what hardship we had to go through to learn.  Mr Watts was right he was the one that helped us gain the knowledge we needed, even through the times when we . Even though times were hard the knowledge started to grow on me and thanks to Mr Watts.

I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. There it was again the white light peering through the windows reflecting on the mirror in front of the sink, reflecting back at me. The sun wasn’t so comforting anymore it was just a reminder of my difficult past life. I could imagine the palm tree leaves swaying in the soft breeze, the tropical sun peering through the windows as we sat there listening to Mr Watts. Then all of sudden I could see the redskins coming in and destroying everything we had.