S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
DESTINY
ABIGAIL HIGGINS, YEAR 6
T H E B R I T I S H I N T E R NAT I O NA L S C H O O L A B U D H A B I
‘Honey, honey. Time to get up,’ mum uttered enthusiastically, ‘or you’ll be late for your last day of school! You
definitely don’t want to be, Penelope, not today!’
Slowly I lifted myself upright and stared at my blank, cream-white walls, which had used to be navy blue with
wavy purple stripes. My room had never looked so empty. It always used to be filled with wood-brown dusty old
cupboards and an ancient-looking dresser, which had stood on three legs for years!
Carefully, I lifted off my black duvet and shifted my shivering legs to the right of my cosy wooden bed. I changed
into my scarlet red and leaf-green uniform, ready for grammar school. Hurriedly, I rushed down the stairs into the
bathroom and brushed my teeth with my new travel toothbrush and Colgate toothpaste.
‘Let’s go! You’re going to be late!’ mum shouted.
‘What about breakfast?’ I moaned.
‘You can get some at school! Now let’s go!’ mum screamed.
Quickly, my mum and I rushed out of the front door and onto the bustling streets of London! There were shops
everywhere you looked and huge crowds hurrying into each and every colourful doorway. Dark, moody rainclouds
hovered above the city centre, filling the air with frosty moisture and a crisp breeze, feeling like ice on my soft
delicate fingertips! We approached the light grey Land Rover and clambered in with my turquoise school bag; we
quickly escaped from all of the mid-morning madness. The school day went as fast as the blink of an eye and all my
friends came to say goodbye at the end of the day. I really was going to miss the navy blue building with the grey iron
gates sitting in front of the neatly cut emerald grass!
As soon as my dad got home from his last day of work at the Gasco Industries building on the outskirts of town,
he strode in from across the