The Next Stop

This was an exercise we had to do in class last Tuesday. We had to write up a bad incident that occurred, and this is what I came up with. First paragraph is from my perspective and the second paragraph is a made up perspective.

A bad incident

In Year 5, I moved schools. There was this girl who recognised me and told me that we went to the same kindergarten. I was surprised as I had no recollection, but later found out that it was true. We became friends after that.

In year 6, we were required to perform in groups for our Year 6 Camp; a song, skit or an act. I had no clue what my friends and I were going to do so I thought it would be fine if I just let it be for now. Probably after a week or so, we were in the library discussing with various people about what they planned to do for the performance. Then one of my friends mentioned that they planned to do a dance. I was confused- how come I didn’t hear any of this? I thought as a friend, wouldn’t they have discussed this with me beforehand? As the conversation went on, I realised that this performance didn’t include me. I was shocked and upset; days spent hanging out together on the green grass, sitting on the doorstep of the library talking about nothing in particular; did that all mean nothing? As the class ended, I hastily headed back to the Year 6 Centre, trying to hold back tears and thinking “was it so wrong for me to assume that my friends would include me?”

We were in the library, discussing what we were going to perform for our Year 6 camp. I could feel the excitement building up beneath my skin, just the thought of what I had in mind excited me. My friends and I decided that we were going to perform a dance to a Britney song. We have it all figured out, we just need to organise some costumes and get the dance done and we’ll be set.

Oh someone just finished talking; maybe I should say what we have planned. I look to my left, Nat’s sitting there. She smiles. Across the table, Mei’s looking a bit shocked. What’s wrong with her? Well it doesn’t matter right now; I haven’t finished talking about our dance. Mei interjects why she didn’t know about this. Er, maybe because she didn’t ask? She looks a bit teary now. What, did I say something I shouldn’t have?