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
R E F LE C T I O N
YA S M I N B U R R OWS , YE A R 7
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 S H A N G H A I , PU D O N G
This story is about a girl who has witnessed her parents die in a car crash. After that tragic day, she has been suffering
with depression and won’t let go of the memory. Will she ever escape her misery?
Rain thundered against the window in a rhythmic pattern. A sliver of light tore through the frosty glass, reflecting
against the antique mirror in front of me.
My fingers lightly ran down the tinted glass as I looked myself up and down. I wasn’t surprised to see what I had
become. My hair was dishevelled and my clothes were creased from last nights’ tossing; my cheeks were gaunt from
the refusal of food and when I looked deep into the pupils of my eyes, they were tediously emotionless. But I wasn’t
surprised. Not at all. Why should I be surprised? My fear had already gotten past me by now.
I managed to force my eyes away and slowly headed downstairs.
My feet clumped.
The floorboards groaned in reply.
It was unusual to be the only person in the orphanage. Commonly, at this time of day, the hallways would be
bustling with children of all ages. Some would be chatting to other orphans. Some would be texting on phones and
some (like me) would just stay quiet and walk around in boredom. Many people hated types like me and would
ignore us wh