Plan:
Young school girl on a trip
Disaster eventually strikes on boat.
Love , hate , individual person, creates a terrible incident , on a journey through life .
Setting: school , home , ship, island
Life is different at the end for her.
Reverse stereotypes hero is girl
Stranded on love island unaware
First draft:
It looks cold outside, as though it’s winter. I hate this kind of weather. I would like it if I didn’t have these two immature brothers playing their stupid video games non-stop. They’re supposed to be the adults of the house. I can’t see that happening. Anyway, what is the point in these stupid games. They’re horrible. They are the reason why we have violence on the streets. That’s the main reason why I’m stuck in this sh- um, I mean annoying room. It’s disgusting that my brothers have a brand new bedroom whereas mine is tired. The pink walls stare at me all day and all night. Old poster of “topless males” hang off the walls. I am forced to stay stuck on the squeaky stained bed. The pale pink covers that I really need to get rid of are tired of the many years I have slept with it. I hate my room.
I had to leave my room. It was irritating me. So I took the chance to help my father fix the car in our garage. I only do it for the money that I get.
I also help my father out a lot because it’s hard for him sometimes. I can’t imagine the pain he is still going through. I haven’t talked about my mum yet. She’s somewhere else now. I was told that she was the chick back in the day by my father. We moved houses many years ago. I don’t remember anything from our last house. I was only 2 years old. All I remember is that we left with only four of us in the ancient car. When I say four, I mean me, my two brothers and my father. No mother. I was too young to understand than but it’s pretty clear now 13 years onwards. It doesn’t bother me though. My father is also a mother image to me as he does everything a mother and a father does. It might be surprising to you but I don’t want to have a mother. I’m not sure why but it might ruin my relationship between my father.
Let’s change topic. I can’t stop thinking about the trip I’ve got to France. Paris to be precise. The city of love. Links to my birth name, Valentina. However surprisingly, love is not my cup of tea. That’s why I hate my name. The one mistake my parents did to me when I was younger. I’ve persuaded everyone that my name is Charlie instead as it is simple and sweet. I think I might even be allergic to this thing called love. I have been to these house party’s before which is very awkward when I’m the only one standing there like a motionless lemon. No one to talk to. All I can do is observe all the loved up couples either snuggling on the sofa or running up the stairs. Don’t ask me what they are doing up there but I know something is going down dirty. Someone actually approached me once and said ‘Hay babe, want a drink?’ But I was too nervous to say anything because it was the first time a handsome young boy talked to me. Out of all the girls in the room and he asks me. Maybe he felt sorry for me.
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