Maybe One Morning - 6R

This week, we watched this video, entitled Maybe One Morning, and wrote a first person narrative about the experience of the character. To further inspire us, we took a walk around the playground to see what the video would have looked like it if had happened at our school. Here is Erisa's fantastic writing - it is so carefully structured at both sentence and text level, and shows clear voice.

I was young then, too young to understand my surroundings. I didn't mean to end up like this, didn't know that this would one day be my destiny. Not this; not now; not then either.

The first time I ever noticed this was on my 13th birthday, whilst I was walking down the street. But I don't know whether I was just oblivious to it or it had just started. It was winter then, with a hint of snow. The streets were unusually cluttered then, sticks, stones, even some mud was spread out in one area.

My ordinary walk that day seemed normal, until I looked behind me. Everything that I had just walked past was floating above me in the sky, in the plain sky. I was flabbergasted at first speechless even. That was until, of course, my mother explained to me what was going on. But even then all that 'magic', that some people call it, didn't entirely make sense. I tried to keep it hidden, locked away. I nearly succeeded, until I lost control of myself - which made me want to use my powers even more.

And it didn't fail either. I kept using my powers, day by day, week by week, and that didn't lead to anything good. As a matter of fact, it led to something worse, way worse.

I told one of my supposed friends about what I am and what I can do. How was a young child like me supposed to know who to tell and who to hide my powers away from? That person told his friends, then it slowly started to spread to all the teachers and parents, and it ended up going to my headteacher.

That was when I ran away, but not alone - oh no, not alone. My mother was just like me, telepathic. According to her, there were only 10 people in the world left who were telepathic. When you're telepathic, people want you. They want to use you for experiments, and that's not okay.

I guess I'll let you decide the rest of my story. One clue I will give you thought: test tubes...