Unwholesome

Chapter 3

Everyday was a new day and I could only hope for a fresh start.
The air was cool and breezy, normally I hate this but since cutting my hair I didn't actually mind. It made me feel awake and refreshed.

The first thing on my agenda was tutoring.

Creative Writing

There was a sense of excitement on my mind. The way this teacher taught showed her love for English made me feel less stressed and passionate about the subject. I felt as if I could express thoughts and opinions without the feeling of judgment creeping up behind me.

I left the class feeling enthusiatic and buzzing with new ideas for things to write and learn about. I borrowed out a book while I was at, A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer. I read it as I made my journey back to join my friends in the city.

The book was striking, very heavy content but I'd recommend it to others to read. As I was reading on I realised how the book was actually am autobiography of the author himself. Unintentionally, droplets left my eyes, I could believe how lucky I was and how bad people had it.

Reading books was something I really enjoyed and I was completely moved by this book. I didnt understand the way some people acted.

Why do people act certain ways?

What goes through a person's mind before they they did something?

I was curious. I'd sit in the bus and just watch people. Thinking about what they'd be thinking and what they went through on a day to day basis.
A person may be happy and seem so together on the outside but on the outside they could be broken and angry with life or in trouble....