GCSE journey

Journey

This was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when it's best to stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad.

Jack awoke from his deep slumber to the sound of bolts striking the ground outside with immense ferocity. He dreaded the feeling of putting on his uniform as each piece of clothing shortened the amount of time he'd spend within the sanctuary that was his warm bed.

He stumbled down the stairs making as much noise that could match the unforgiving storm that awaited. It was as though a marching band had been orchestrated, only this song wouldn't end with a cheerful round of applause. But rather, devasting claps of thunder.

With a quick jolt, he flung the door open, blinding him with the unrelenting force given by the lashing wind. With his hands covering his eyes, he traversed the flooded wasteland that had become of the streets, making his way towards the bus stop. With every step he took, he was pulled back an inch by the forceful gusts.

At last, he reached his destination, squinting, he attempted to make out a flapping yellow poster attached to the drench pole of the bus stop. With despair he tried his best and managed to decipher three words that sank his hopeless heart.

OUT OF SERVICE

Bang. Suddenly, a jolt of lightning struck the flooded road signalling Jack to get lost. With a sharp intake of breath, Jack began to run. He knew that the only means of transportation to his school was with his shuffling unstable feet. Bang. Another bolt could be heard coming from behind him. Not wanting to turn back and face the potential horror, Jack quickened his pace.

His eyes glistened as the lights outside his school glowed within his peripherals, "I must make it, Dr Quay will shout at me if I'm late. " With one last jolt of adrenaline, Jack quickly grabbed the metal handle of the school's entrance (which sent him little shock waves, most likely produced by the harsh conditions).

Finally, he had made it. What was meant to be a 10 minute run had felt like a marathon to escape hell. The soft lights cleansed his fear as he now felt safe. As the galloped through the corridor he could make out a figure approaching him.
"Why are you late!?"

Oh no...