Just My English GCSE Narrative Revision

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The empty crisp packet rustled as the wind carried it through the damp cold streets. The sky, such a plain dark blue, was littered with dark clouds. Not a star in sight due to the work of the city's bright lights. It would be hard for Sam to walk outside without his gas mask as pollution had taken over the brown streets. Not a colour in sight as his old worn-down converse hit the ground. Torn posters of an obese smiling man populated ever abandoned store window, advertising for a safe planet. All but seemed as a lost dream. Many on-lookers would have thought the idea was insane, even Sam himself. Yet he still kept  all of his bracelets made from the ocean cleanup recycled plastic, all of the flyers he'd received and even that small bit of hope that his earth would be green again. The earth key-ring that dangled from his 1980's retro backpack would forever be his inspiration. As he looked up with his sharp green eyes, the sight of the world made him sick to his stomach. As a frown graced his freckled face, he kicked a crushed Cola can against the wall. He didn't hate the world, he hated the fact that he couldn't save it. Every now and then his eyes would stab the world around him, glaring daggers at the pitiful world that he saw. Apparent "eco-friendly" cars could be heard in the distance, as he wandered into a forbidden place to him, he waltzed down the empty streets to the abandoned warehouse, where he would go when his insomnia kept him up. Every night he would venture this road, every night was identical to him. Except this one. It was quite the opposite. He was quite the opposite. Mathew. The "bad boy". Opposed Sams "Teachers pet" persona yet tonight was so similar for each. Both taking a road to the abandoned warehouse due to insomnia. Neither knowing of the others presence. That was until Sams clumsiness got him caught. A loud crash was heard and Mathew immediately being territorial, claiming he saw the wreck of the run down place first, ran to the "intruder". His straight golden brown undercut being pushed back by the force. Looking down on the innocent individual, eyes screaming intimidation, he crossed his arms to emphasise the power he radiates. Sam scrambled to get up, mumbling apologies under the pressure. The shorter's eyes shifted left and right, looking anywhere but Mathew. Taking pity on the younger he held his hand out and with the cockiest smirk he could muster introduced himself, "Mathew. Who are you, shorty?" Stumbling over his words the boy with nearly impossible dreams replied "u-uhm Sam, I-I'm sorry, I j-just come h-h-here when I can't s-sleep, I h-have insomnia and- oh wow that sounds really lame- please don't h-hit me". A chuckle escaped the slightly chapped lips of Mathew as he taunted, "well, it looks like we're in the same boat. Can't sleep either." A gasp of surprised left the now shining book worm as he realised that they weren't that different. They both walked side by side to the main area of the dull building. A colourful conversation painting the walls as the hopes they both shared pushed away the thought of a dying planet and a feeling of contentment fell into the boys' hearts. A retro backpack sits across the room, completely forgotten as the key-ring rolls slightly. Both sat cross legged and lost in the voice of each other's hopes and dreams.