My Writing

the park

heres a piece of writing i did in english for our ✨life writing✨ topic (which i overall disliked). i liked this bit so y'all can read it (its true as well)

I remember the first time my friend Piper took me to the secret spot at the park. I remember stepping through the thorns which were bearing sweet berries, my shirt getting snagged and torn. We stepped up out of the blackberry bush, holding on to feeble branches of a stunted peppercorn tree for support, and along an overgrown path next to a rusty fence - beyond which was a field that was hidden from the road behind a row of houses. We stepped along the path and reached the dropping eucalyptus, and emerging out the other side, saw a magical little land, slotted in between houses and marshes, perfectly hidden and now revealed to us. The picturesque stream (which was really a drain) curved around a weeping willow tree, the tips of its branches dipping into the water. The cicadas altered their chorus as we stepped down onto the lowered swathe of grass level with the stream, which would be perfect for a picnic.

"It's beautiful" i said. "i know" replied Piper. We walked over the coarse ground to the other side of the grassy area and placed our bags down under the shade of a huge eucalyptus, lazing down on the grass. A breeze alerted us of the sweat on our backs which soaking our school uniform. I looked around, and a scattering of orange among green caught my eye.

"Piper, look - there's oranges over there!" After jumping over the stream - dwindling at the peak of summer - and scrabbling up the steep grassy hill to reach the citrus trees hanging over somebody's fence, i found that they were, in fact, mandarins. The flowers smelled sweet and bees buzzed around them. My dad once told me that his mum used to take clippings from plants hanging over people's fences for her garden, so i figured it would be okay to take a few mandarins, as long as they were over the fence. I grabbed about seven, using my school shirt as a basket. Then, i heard a door open from inside the house, and i instinctively lept down the grassy cliff thing, almost tripping into the stream as i jumped over it and ran to where Piper was lying under the tree.

"Look!" i whisper shouted. "Mandarins!" Piper lifted her head up from the ground to look at my loot. "Great." She pulled my schoolbag under her head, using it as a pillow.

"Hey, that's my bag."

"I'm aware." She didn't move. I placed down the oranges and sat cross-legged, beginning to peel the loose skin from one. The sharp tang of the oil wafted up to me. I bit into a brightly coloured segment, and flavour exploded in my mouth, sweet and tangy.

"These are so good, Piper, do you want a piece?" I grabbed her schoolbag and lay down.

"Ew, no, mandarins are gross." she crumpled her nose while staring at the leaves swaying above us. It was cute. I breathed a laugh. "Of course." Piper was quite a picky eater. I bit into another segment of citrus. We gazed into the clouds together, naming out interesting shapes. A cool breeze had come through, tickling our skin - a relief from the sweltering heat.

I checked the time - it was almost 5 o clock.

"Oh, shit, i have to be home in four minutes." i got up, and pulled piper up after me. I unzipped my bag and arranged the mandarins in it. We walked back the we way we came through the park, then to Piper's house. Her cat, Little Miss, brushed against my legs and purred as i stroked her soft fur.

"Bye"

"Bye" She unlocked the door and went into her house. I was late home, but that's okay - that place would grow to be something I'd treasure forever.