Would anyone care to share their 2010 belonging creative writing speech (1 Viewer)

[Hardstylez]

I really could not be bothered wasting my time writing a creative writing piece so I am asking someone to post their 2010 creative writing piece from the HSC that they may have acquired or have written as practise.

It will not be marked and is not for an assessment, just some holiday homework that I couldnt be stuffed doing...

thanks in advance

 

[kaz1]

do your own work cunt

 

[powlmao]

do your own work cunt

agreed

He is a such a lazy shit, its senior years you need to do your own work

 

[ZombieApocalypse]

- The main character is ungrateful for what he has in his life and feels that he doesn't belong. He has a friend who is very jealous of what his life. This friend lives in an orphanage, no family or friends. This friend has an uncanny resemblance to him.
- This friend lures the main character to the forest, murders him, steals his clothes and starts living his life. The friend uses the main characters body as his own body, and "fakes his death". Since he had no friends or anyone that cared for him, no one bothered to investigate further.
- The main character comes back to earth as a ghost and observes everything.
- He see's that his friend is living his life with his family, who are oblivious as to what happened to the real him. The main character realises that his imposter "belongs" more in his shoes, in his life than he did.
- The ghost realises that he has a special gift and can travel back in time to observe events. Ghost travels back to his imposters inception and watches his entire life until this moment in a matter of minutes, similarly to a fast forward and see's how his loneliness and lack of belonging drove him to such desperate acts.
- Ghost confronts the imposter, and the imposter is the only one who can see him.
- imposter explains how he lacked belonging in his currently life and decided to hijack his friends perfect life. Now he feels like he "belongs". Ghost says his belonging is a lie and lectures him like a little bitch.
- Ghost notices all the different types of belongings
- Imposter gets haunted by the ghost of his friend and goes mad and is sent to a mental institution.

THE END

You can use this...

 

[Absolutezero]

“Today is the day.” I told myself.
I had to do it. The thought had plagued me for so long. I schemed, planned and fantasized about the scenario in so many different ways. In my head it played out as anything from the opening of a porno to the heart warming closing of a romantic comedy to having her slam her fist through my ribcage and tear out my still beating heart. It had to stop. It was time.
Slightly twitching with nervousness and a large amount of coffee I started to make my way from the the comfort of my darkened booth in a corner of the student center. I walked out the glass door and across the smoker filled patio towards the concrete planter where she was seated. She was facing away from me and her perfectly sculpted back was only slightly covered by her long golden locks. My path wandered wildly. Several times I headed toward her my jaw set in determination but as I would get within a 50 ft radius I would suddenly balk and go around only to balk again. The time was at hand and it had to be done.
Miraculously her less attractive friends who normally guarded her flanks wherever she went were both to her right and my wandering approach had taken me to her open left side. The stars were aligning, the red sea parted... the moment was at hand.
I had known of her for three or four years. She worked at the same call center I did. She was 17 at the time and I was 19. We both did surveys about Viagra. The little blue pill was new to the market and at the time we were tasked to ask men between the ages of 35 and 55 whether or not they had been diagnosed with “Erectile Dysfunction.” I was pretty good at it, she was not. When I would sit close to her I would coach her with such helpful tips as “don't giggle,” and “try to sound more serious.” She was appreciative of my help and we would casually flirt to pass the time. I could feel the jealousy emanating from all my male co-workers near by while I did this. They were in high school and I was in college so I had a clear advantage. I was also drummer in a band and what some would consider handsome so my confidence was pretty high.
The girl was gorgeous; movie star gorgeous. One day while still working at the call center I decided I was going to ask her out. I must have mentioned something to one of my co-workers because some how my competition found out. She ended her shift at the same time as mine and it was a simple matter of heading her off at the pass while she exited the building. To make it look more nonchalant I planned out a very indirect path to the door I knew she would be leaving from.
Right after our shift ended I could see her over the rows of cubicles making her way to the door. A tall skinny pimple faced classmate of hers with thick glasses stopped her to ask something obviously ridiculous from the expression on her face. I slowed my pace. Then an overweight young supervisor waddled over sweat beading on his forehead to tell her how good a job she did that day. I tried to look inconspicuous behind a column. After gracefully brushing him off a short rodent looking guy with a flat brimmed baseball hat blocked her path. Leaning up against a door jam he postured and proceeded to obviously bore her with whatever he was saying. I decided that I was not going to be the fourth guy to hit on her as she made her way out of the door that day. With intentions to try again another time I turned around and took the opposite way out of the building. She got fired soon afterward and I moved out of state shortly after that.
I always regretted not asking her out. I felt that she probably would have said yes. She would have been the most physically attractive woman I had ever dated. Then one day studying in the library on campus I catch her out of the corner of my eye strutting past the circulation desk. As I was staring jaw open at this woman I suddenly realized that she could command my full attention by simply walking. Shortly afterward I noticed that everyone else in the area had reacted in a similar manner. Male, female, gay, straight... it didn't matter. You couldn't help staring at this girl everywhere she went.
The day I decided to walk up and talk to her was beautiful and warm. She was dressed in form fitting t-shirt and jeans which seemed to make her more approachable. I walked up to her just as class got out and the sidewalk started filling up with students. I inhaled deeply as she turned to face me with a skeptical look.
“Kirstin?” I asked. She furrowed her brow.
“I used to work with you doing phone surveys. We sat next to each other a few times. My name is Gary.” I said while extending one of my hands to shake hers to the surprise of both of us.
“My name is Kristen.” She said with annoyance and gave me a dead fish handshake.
“Oh.” I said as I sat down a few feet away from her on the same planter.
All of my hopes and dreams shattered around me. “Kristen? How could such an amazing woman have such an average name? How in the world do I recover from this? Where the hell did I get Kirsten?” My mind echoed with these thoughts as I sat in silence staring blankly at the passing crowd for what felt like an eternity. My vision blurred and my mom got scared, and said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, 'Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, 'Yo homes smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air"