CTRL Z

I chose this activity because it is a big regret that I always look back on. I think CTRL Z is a different way of looking back on the past, and just imagine if I could redo this moment.

CTRL Z

I can feel my legs start to give way underneath me, and blisters painfully piercing my skin like shards of glass. Gradually, carefully I slip on my shoes and zip my jacket, as my dancing mates start to leave class.

My friends and I cheerfully skip to our cars ready to go home after a long dance lesson.

“See ya!” I call, a hint of glee in my voice, I hear the engines of the car’s reply. I turn back to see my parents standing with grim displeasing looks.

“This was from one of your relatives.” says mum calmly as she hands me a christmas wrapped present.

“Oh cool!” I reply ripping it open to find a cute stuffed toy.

“Honey look, I know this is a sudden change for you but taking you to dancing is too hard, it’s too far of a drive. I’m sorry I really am.”

I can feel a tear roll down my cheek, and I shudder as I wipe it away. Just the thought of not dancing anymore makes me want to throw up, and my friends? I won’t see them anymore. Stumbling into the car I can feel a sudden pit in my stomach and the feeling of delight is soon consumed by a big dark cloud filling me with sorrow and anger. I hold my new toy tight as I’m sobbing quietly in the back of the car the whole way home.

By Heather