Victoria Awujoola (Y7) decided to write something special for Remembrance Day.
Remember this sickening world
As I observed from my window, awaiting on something I wasn’t sure of, the church bells rang, “Cheers” and “whoops” were seeping through the streets and alleyways, people singing and waving, I could hear it all miles away. Then the blaring trumpets sang, I covered my ears from not only the sound, but the frosty spurting air entwining itself through whatever gaps it could find.
I walked to my door, promptly turning to my coat rack, “I shan’t not take a coat, it is a must. I can’t freeze after all..” I hurled my coat on myself opening the door and sauntered out in the squelchy snow.
Holding my hazy lamp, I drifted through whatever snow was left until I reached the gate. It was an old-fashioned gate, at the front of the manor home. It was embellished in old wood, covered in green vines, and decorated with a broken latch. I smiled slightly, almost sniggering at the ridiculous nonsense of a “gate”.
“BARK BARK!!” Three Large dogs approached me at the gate, I sighed, “What have they taught you ruffians, to bark at me!?" "No, certainly not!” they whined; my tricks worked. I laughed loudly, squatting down, and sliding my scrawny hand through a gap in the gate. They sniffed it and began barking again. “That’s enough. I’m leaving, shhhh, you’ll wake them up if you're too loud.”
I rolled my eyes, stood up straight and marched my way through the lively streets. Although this whole “parade” was happening, and this was all anyone could talk about, I wasn’t interested at all. I just wanted to know if everyone was okay, and if anyone was in danger.
I met the space where ladies, men, mothers, and families had gathered, people cheering from their balconies, people applauding and kids running around. A small girl with plaits bumped into me, her face was hardly recognisable, “Lady Lady!!” she said enthusiastically, “have you heard? The War parade, Remembrance Day!” I nodded unsurely, “You certainly don’t know what I’m saying. Huh!” I smiled awkwardly as she took my hand and pointed somewhere, “The hill where 100 soldiers were buried, everyone’s going there to pay respects!” she sighed, “Alright kid, I’ll go pay respects.” She smiled and snickered, “I’m sure you’ll be able to see my dad!” I looked at her confused, “He’s buried up there.” Her voice seemed tense and uneasy.
I smiled at her, handing her another heartbeat along with her many others, “I’m so sorry that happened to you and your family.” Suddenly the girl waved and disappeared into the crowd. Such senseless people in a senseless world. As she grows up I’m sure she'll be able to envision the vile truth of the imperfections, injuries, discomfort, shrieks, and even if all of this is such a sickening thing to remember, she’ll have to come to terms, with the worse. Even if it doesn’t help her out, in the real world.