Chronicle

2012-20132013ENGLISHMy Pool of InvisibilityLove PoemI run my fingers across the keysI'm afraid to playWhat will it bring?Happiness? Sorrow? Hope?I'm alone in the room, only darkness.I press a key, and the echo of the note cutsthrough the silenceLike a knife.I press another and the melody starts to flowI can hear her singing beside meFeel her touch on my shoulder as she enjoys themusicI smile at the music; so sweet.Tears start rolling down my cheeksMy eyes are blurred, butI continue to play; the song is part of meHer songMy love's song.Her absence makes my heart achePain, that's all it bringsWhy did He take her away from me?He took her in His armsLured her towards the lightAnd left forever.I play the last note of the verseAs I greet DeathAnd part this life as equalsAs the stars shine in the night skyThat’s how high you make my soul fly.The warmth your heart gives outMakes me want to go out and shout.The depth I see in your eyesForces me not to tell you any lies.Love is a small beautiful thingIt’s what makes you sit down and think,Is it the feeling that makes you fly?Or was it the music that made me high?I want to spend my life with you,Do you want me to marry you?Stelios Killiaris 3BFrancesca Yennadiou 4BMy First Day at SchoolI still remember very vividly my first day at school, although six years have passed. The memory will stay inmy heart for ever, as a scary but at the same time pleasant one!As I approached the school gate, I remember holding my dad’s hand and pressing it harder as if I did notwant to go. The school building looked huge and unfriendly. I noticed the grey walls, the many glass windows,the huge playground, the absence of any toys. It was nothing like my old school with the colourfulwalls and the inviting play area!I watched my dad depart for the first time and I felt like crying. I was relieved when I was finally introducedto my teacher because she was young, pretty and very happy looking. We got into our classroomand I noticed that it was very different from the austere outside appearance of the school building. Theinside of my classroom was colourful, nicely decorated, with many pictures on the walls and on the bulletinboards. The teacher introduced herself and asked our names. After that we sang songs and played games.My classmates were very friendly. Some of them I knew from my previous school.Eventually the bell rang to mark the end of my first day at school and I was happy that I had accomplishedso much. Actually, deep inside me, I felt that I wanted to stay longer and play with my new teacher andclassmates some more! After all I was a big strong boy and I wanted to learn as much as I could, all in oneday! Also, I liked my new classmates and I wanted to play more with them.But when my dad came to collect me and I looked into his eyes, I stopped feeling so tough and independent.I ran into his arms and said: ”Let’s go home, dad. I am so tired!” Looking back, it now seems that itwas not that difficult. But it is a difficult and intense experience for a young six-year-old boy who has neverleft the comfort of his parents’ arms.Marios Vourias 1A57