The Inkling Volume 2

The Dreaded Transition
By Maxwel l Masters
It was here. The very first day of secondary school with
all the other students. I was petrified; this could be the
last thing I ever did in my life. I said my farewells to my
family, and embarked on the perilous journey to school.
I had arrived. The tall back gates loomed above me,
creaking open. Cautiously, I wandered down the gritty
path towards that terrible building. Students huddled in
groups that were dotted around the place, whispering
secrets to one another. I found the bike park and locked
my bike up firmly. Safe and sound. Turning round,
however, I saw an unknown student coming straight for
me. His eyes locked onto me like missiles ready to
explode. My mind was in a flurry, trying desperately to
figure out some sort of plan.
“DO NOT ENGAGE! I REPEAT: DO NOT ENGAGE!”
My mind was screaming at me like a million angered
seagulls. I knew what I had to do: run.
My legs carried me as fast as they could, out of the bike
shed and on the run. I sped down the path and towards
St. Andrews. The art block was near. My mind was
running as fast as me, wild with panic. My heart beat out
of my chest.
“Come on. I can do this!” I was sprinting at top
speed, urgently running from that unknown student. My
form room was in sight. I had nearly made it, until
“smack!” I face-planted onto the floor.
“WARNING: Major embarrassment levels,” yelled my
mind. Everyone laughed, even my best friends. I had
failed the mission; I had failed school.