Ok, hey, this is my problem. I have to write an unconventional short story based on a poem of my choice. My idea is to write some diary entries and have some definitions. Its going to be about a teenage girl who started a new school and finds a friend but he turns out to be like a no hope dope addict and they go to a holiday in thailand, and on the way back after the guy has been through customs he asks the girl to hold his bag, which is full with drugs, which then he runs off and boards the plane, the girl then gets stopped by sniffer dogs, and then there is like a court case where she is sentenced to 5 years jail in thailand, where she then still writes diary entries on suicide and how she was so wrong. This is the first entry, i just would like your opinion if its on the right track?
Here is the poem:
Friends
I fear it's very wrong of me
And yet I must admit,
When someone offers friendship
I want the whole of it.
I don't want everybody else
To share my friends with me.
At least, I want one special one,
Who, indisputably.
Likes me much more than all the rest,
Who's always on my side,
Who never cares what others say,
Who let's me come and hide
Within his shadow, in his house -
It doesn't matter where -
Who let's me simply be myself,
Who's always, always there.
Here is the entry:
Alone: separate, apart, or isolated from others.
It was the first day of a new school today and was not easy. There were so many different people who talked to one another like they’ve known each other for ages. However, I was alone. I know that, for the first day of school it is to be expected, but today was just the same as every other day at my old school, I spent it alone, isolated and it felt horrible. Believe me, I did try to talk to people, I wasn’t rude or impolite, or anything, what is it with these people? Why won’t they like me? Why won’t they let me forget my past, when everyone thought I was “the weird one”? I wanted it to be different, for once in my life I wanted to have a friend, to have someone who would stand up for me or even just let me talk to them about anything. I swear that I would do anything in the world to change this; I’d do anything to have a friend.
Thanks
Here is the poem:
Friends
I fear it's very wrong of me
And yet I must admit,
When someone offers friendship
I want the whole of it.
I don't want everybody else
To share my friends with me.
At least, I want one special one,
Who, indisputably.
Likes me much more than all the rest,
Who's always on my side,
Who never cares what others say,
Who let's me come and hide
Within his shadow, in his house -
It doesn't matter where -
Who let's me simply be myself,
Who's always, always there.
Here is the entry:
Alone: separate, apart, or isolated from others.
It was the first day of a new school today and was not easy. There were so many different people who talked to one another like they’ve known each other for ages. However, I was alone. I know that, for the first day of school it is to be expected, but today was just the same as every other day at my old school, I spent it alone, isolated and it felt horrible. Believe me, I did try to talk to people, I wasn’t rude or impolite, or anything, what is it with these people? Why won’t they like me? Why won’t they let me forget my past, when everyone thought I was “the weird one”? I wanted it to be different, for once in my life I wanted to have a friend, to have someone who would stand up for me or even just let me talk to them about anything. I swear that I would do anything in the world to change this; I’d do anything to have a friend.
Thanks