Category: Communication

I want to express the fact that when children between the ages of 11-16 do not have an oyster card reasons for lost broken or even Stolen. Why are we not aloud on the buses if we don’t have the oyster card it’s not like where paying for travel in the first place

The ebony velvet clouds covered the stainless roofs. Heavy downpours of rain slashed their way through my dark tinted windows. I took my keys out of the ignition. The wind made my car rumble and shake – all I could hear was howling. My vision became weaker as the rain smashed its  way onto the windscreen. I opened the door and ran towards my new house; my hands were numb and I was struggling to open the door.I eventually wedged my way in. Squeak! the sound  my feet made when I stepped onto the clean fresh wooden floor. I turned on the light and my vision became clear to see the bright white walls gleaming. I felt comfortable. You could just about smell the paint: it made me feel enclosed and safe. Just above me from where I was standing a huge, long, beautiful chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. It had peculiar patterns which never stopped amazing me. The light was beaming directly into my eyes. I looked to the left of me to see the long curved staircase with smooth soft carpet which coated the staircase from top to bottom.

I wandered  around the house.The rain was still going and it was getting worse. I did remember about the weather being bad today, but I never knew it was this serious. I walked into the kitchen, admiring my new house. I turned the light on, however there was no ignition. I tried again and again until it did. “FINALLY!” I screamed. “Bzzzzzzzz”. The light started to flicker and then it popped. I jumped out of the way and started at the switch. I thought to myself what’s gone wrong here? We did electrical checks last week and everything was fine. I decided to go to the fuse box which was in the basement. I opened the door to see a dusty , old and creaky stairwell which led me to the basement.I took one step and the staircase started to shake . As I was walking,I felt a gentle breeze trickle down my neck.I looked back in a flash but all I could see was the light from my house. I carried on making my way down.This time it was getting darker and darker; my vision clouded, so I got my phone to use as a torch.

“Where’s this stupid fuse box?” I whispered. I heard something from the house. I arched my back to see all the lights turned off in the house. I knew something was not right. All that came to me was the fuse box is very weak and needs to be fixed… Immediately.

Again, that breeze. This time I felt it on the back of my hand. I shivered. Running down the staircase, I tripped and fell on the cold hard metal basement floor. My vision became weaker and weaker.

Panting heavily, I got up with an extreme pain in my ankle. The torch was still on. I limped towards my phone… I heard a little girl murmur, “It’s not safe here, you must go, please don’t  stay…” I stopped and looked around. My breathing became faster.  My body started to shake. “Hello” I stuttered. “Who’s there?” ; limping  towards the door. BANG! The door slammed right in my face. By this time my ankle was  agony and I could hardly walk. I started to panic. My mind was out of control and the pain in my leg was excruciating.

I turned back to see a small dark figure standing next to the wall. I started to squint to try make out what was there. Stumbling over my feet, I walked towards the figure. My physical state was telling me to stop but my mind was telling me something else. Staring into the distance, I shone  my light towards the figure; but nothing was there.

I looked at the splatter on the wall. A trickle of blood. Then I read the words: “Sometimes the things you see in the shadows are more than just shadows”. And the blood slowly started fading away. By this time the fuse box was the last thing on my mind. Banging noises started and  kept on going. Then the screaming started. “STOP, JUST GET OUT, PLEASE LEAVE ME!” Then it stopped, but not for long after sounds of a little girl  shouting “Daddy!” whined their way through my head.

They stopped. I stopped. Everything stopped.

“Talking that nonsense with your back to me just know it always gets back to me?”

The big idea Drake is trying to portray in the song and in this line is he is angry and livid about people talking foolishness about him and telling lies. He also says the people who talk behind his back eventually he will find out.

Having finished yet another long day at work Drake strolled thru the ground floor yawning. Drake felt hungry and decided to treat himself to a nice meal at nandos . Drake is first met by a waiter who brings him to he’s seat. The restaurant started to fill up and it started to get very busy. Drake had a fantastic view of the London eye, the blue lights lit up the dark gloomy sky. As Drake was waiting for he’s food his friend Kendrick walked in so Drake decided to  called  him over to have dinner with him. Drake and Kendrick where enjoying the night good food and good vibes. Kendrick phone started to ring so he got up to take the call outside Kendrick was on the phone to Ross another good friend of Drake. Drake got up to go toilet however as he walked pass Kendrick on the phone he heard Kendrick and Ross talking “nonsense” about him. Drake was baffled by the words coming out of Kendricks mouth and how much lies he was telling Ross over the phone. Drake’s body started to rattle and shake he couldn’t take what was happening to him his face started to go red like an apple. He grabbed he’s stuff and stormed out of the restaurant. Kendrick shouted “DRAKE”! but he got no reply Kendrick started to question himself to why Drake was acting like this. Then it hit him Kendrick knew what had just happened, so he paid for the bill and decided to chase Drake down the road however he was nowhere to be seen Kendrick screamed again “DRAKE DRAKE IM SORRY WE NEED TO TALK DRAAAKEE!” again no reply Kendrick knew he ruined he’s relationship with one of he’s best friends Kendrick didn’t know what to do.         

Jeremiah Gyebi 10W1P