R.U.S.H

Right no left, my head turned furiously. I looked straight ahead a glass window, my feet scramblimg up the air as I ran

Up in the clouds lied my brain falling... falling... falling

Shadows of children well classmates surrounded me a weird fat boy approached from th back and screamed

Huddle! but soon they didnt notice I was on the floor, Bleeding from my arm down the droplets of jet red blood shot down to my elbow and fell on the floor I cried but really solemnly and quietly. I had scars on my legs and on my cheek. They looked petrified as the teachers rushed towards me.




This memoir was written in a form of a poem and the setting was in school in first grade.