On Friday, December 5th, students from Year 8 to 2nde came together to unleash their imagination and craft amazing stories.
With snacks shared and ideas exchanged, participants enjoyed a relaxed atmosphere where they could write freely, and seek advice from our supportive English teachers. The energy was palpable as everyone dove into their writing, and many were thrilled at the possibility of having their texts published on our school website!
A huge thank you to everyone who participated and contributed to the success of this event. Here are some of the texts that emerged from this night of creativity:
The Letter I Never Sent
I’m looking out of the window and I see a white car passing by. It’s snowing. It feels the same as a few years ago.
But a few years ago, everything was different. He was with me. He honked in his white car, and I couldn’t run up the stairs faster. It was on a cold December day. I was wearing my red scarf that he got me for my birthday.
And here I am, exactly three years later. But now I’m alone. Sometimes I ask myself the question, “How did it end?” But that’s not true. I know how it ended. I know why it ended.
And it was the most hurtful thing I ever had to see: to see the person who once loved me the most falling in love with another woman. Witnessing this just broke me inside.
For three years, I couldn’t love another person the same way I loved him, or I just couldn’t love anyone that hard. When he left, he took a part of me with him. Because after three years, I still know how his laugh sounds, the way he looked at me when I came home after a cold walk, and the way his cheeks turned into a soft berry pink after another workday. I thought I was going to see all these things for the rest of my life, but my fate had another plan.
And I know it’s going to be better for me when I let him go and move on, but forgetting him feels like trying to know somebody you never met. Because he is everywhere I go. I see his face in the white cars, in the signs with the name of the city where he lives, in the digits after the decimal point of pi, in the title of my favourite song, in my infinity-heart necklace, at the place I saw him the last time, even in my smile when I’m looking in the mirror and in the colour red.
When my best friend asked me, “How was it for you to love him?” I told her that loving him was red. I loved him with all I had. And maybe that was the problem: I gave him everything, and with that, I took the risk. The risk that he could, if he wanted, throw everything away that I gave him. And in the end, this was exactly what he did. He threw me away.
And always when I realize that I never meant the same thing to him as he meant to me, I start crying. But am I allowed to cry? Because after all these years, am I still allowed to cry about a man who’s emotionally still a teenage boy and broke my heart? The moment I realized that it was going to be over, and he started to ignore me, I was sure that it was my fault. Did I say something wrong? I went over everything I said. Did I do something wrong? I went over everything I did. I thought that I could fix it. Fix our relationship.
So, the day before Christmas, I sat down and wrote a letter. I wrote a letter for him, trying to express my feelings and the way I loved him. That I saw sparks fly whenever he smiled. That his outfit was like a daydream, how he walked with his head down, and I was the one he was walking to. How he loved me like I was brand new. I wanted to put all these things in a letter to prove how much I was in love with him. But I never came to the moment where I could give or send him the letter. Because that same night, he broke up with me.
On the phone, with a call. I never knew how to explain that his call was, for me, more than just a call. He called me, and I just asked how his day was because I didn’t know that the call was going to end like this. With the sentence: “I found another person who makes me laugh, another person I want to smile with, a new person that I love, because you’re not that person anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”
After that call, I didn’t want to send the letter anymore, but I also didn’t want to throw the letter away. Because in this letter was my favourite part of me. The part when I was with him.
In a week, it’s Christmas. This is the third Christmas I’m going to spend alone. Alone and sad. And for all my friends who always say, “Let him go, just move on and let him go!” I try. I try so hard, every day, every week, to let him go. I just want to step into the daylight and let him go. But then I remember him. And remembering him brings flashbacks and echoes, and I tell myself it’s time to let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. And I see it in burning red.
But losing him was blue. Blue because I cried. I cried a long time ago. And it was impossible to stop. So I know how much he hurt me.
And my Christmas wish is the same as two years ago. I just want the hurt to stop. And I know it’s going to be better; I hope it’s going to be better. I know that it only hurts this much right now. I just don’t understand why it’s taking such a long time.
But I know I’m going to fix myself and celebrate the next Christmas as a new, happy, and fixed woman.
by Jonita Radev
All I want for Christmas is you
It was on a cold December day, when Finneas was looking out of the window, watching Tatum carry heavy shopping bags. It was Christmas, Finneas’ favorite holiday, he literally loves everything about Christmas – freshly baked cookies, presents, and especially the chill atmosphere with Tatum.
And the gift he’d got for him? Nothing but a confession. Yes, Finneas was deeply in love with his best friend Tatum. It had now already been eight months, and he still hadn’t told him.
He jumped up as he heard the front door opening, so he ran down and yelled “Tate, you’re finally home!”
”Of course I am, how could I ever be late to spend Christmas Eve with you?” Tatum asked.
“R-Right” Finneas stuttered, blushing heavily at the sight of Tate’s view, the slightly reddened nose from the cold, and mostly his beautiful eyes, the intoxicating blue that made him feel like he was in heaven.
“Uhm, anyways, come in!” Finneas said, stepping away from the door to let Tatum in. “I’ve prepared dinner, we’re having steak with mashed potatoes.”
“Man, you never told me you could cook!” Tatum said jokingly, nudging his shoulder.
Finneas chuckled as he closed the door behind Tatum. “Maybe you don’t know everything about me… yet” he added.
“What do you mean?” Tatum asked, curious about what Finneas was hiding from him. Had he done something wrong? Was he okay?
“You’ll see…” Finneas answered, already feeling regret for saying these words out loud. “I’m so excited, I love Christmas!” he said happily, trying to change topic.
“I know, Finn, you say that every year, over and over again.” Tatum said as they went to sit at the table, their eyes fixated on the delicious-looking food that had been waiting for them.
1 hour later…
Tatum and Finneas were sitting on the couch, looking at the beautiful Christmas tree.
“Oh right, I got a present for you!” Tatum said, pulling out a small box out of his pocket.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…” Finneas said, blushing again.
Tatum handed him the small box and Finneas opened it. It was… a necklace with a teddy-bear pendant.
“Wow, thank you Tate, it’s so pretty…” Finneas said, putting the necklace on.
“Okay, so…I don’t have a material gift for you, it’s different.” Finneas said nervously. Would he get rejected or did Tatum reciprocate his feelings?
“Oh, now that sounds interesting.” Tatum said, excited.
Finneas hesitated, but spoke up after a short moment of silence “Tate… I love you. I have loved you for such a long time now, and you matter so much to me, I could never imagine letting you go. The thought of spending the rest of my life with you makes my heart clench in happiness, happy tears roll down my cheeks and my eyes glow from thinking about you.” Finneas said, his voice thick with emotion.
“Finn, I would never have guessed-…” Tatum stuttered.
“And to be honest? I wish I was one of your tears, so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips…” Finneas said, a tear rolling down his cheek and then – Tatum leaned forward and pressed his lips on Finneas’. It didn’t take him long to reciprocate it. A kiss, in the warm comfortable light of candles which smelled like cinnamon, with real passion and a full load of love. After a while, Tatum broke the kiss, whispering into Finneas’ ear “I love you too, my dear…” His voice softer than it had ever been, his eyes brighter than every star in the galaxy.
“I-I would love to have you as my boyfriend, Tate…” Finneas finally spoke up.
“Finn, this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten…” Tatum looked him deep into the eyes.
“I’m happy it is, and I’m excited to spend the rest of my life with you.” Finneas answered, his eyes glistering in the uncontrollable happiness he was feeling.
by Louisa Romano