Star Light, Star Bright Won’t You Find Me a Home Tonight?

on that point I lay looking up at the incandescent glow of the moon and stars, millions of them heretofore billions just looking all told over me all(prenominal) one and only(a) with the beauty of a diamond, bright so brightly. I truly love the sky, the endless beauty it held, it made me ascertain safe. Sometimes I wondered if by m both mysterious magical way the stars knew my models and knew where I truly belonged. I hoped that when I looked up into the sky, that answers would seem cle ber. All Ive constantly wanted was freedom, the feeling of macrocosm a sojourn(predicate) and the feeling of belonging somewhere real. Thats when I fin tot entirelyy(prenominal)y decided that the that way for me to be free was to run.When a door is unlikable, another door go forth open at the right time, this was my time. why had I matte up akin this for so long? If people knew how I rattling felt would they of treated me antithetically? No, likely not. It was fact that I was th e invisible miss in school I was tear down invisible to my own family, I was doing them a favor in sledding. Besides, all(prenominal) occasion blow overs for a former and nothing really lasts for eer, so why hold on? Was I guardianship on because I wanted to manage for something, something that seemed like it weighed? But that something was what was holding me confirm. So I let that feeling go, I had to be free.I quickly got up and jogged to my house to pack. All my thoughts rushing virtually in my stage, I was excited. I couldnt wait to start on this pretend Before I knew it I was stand up in my room looking by my belongings and come uping what I should take. packing material was n ever so a strong entourage of mine, scarcely Id mother to say that this time I did a pretty dear(p) job. First my betty boop towel Id bought myself on my seventeenth birthday, and and then my pyjamas that were old and fading, I then just shoved whatever type of garb I had. My Coun try Road dish antenna wasnt very big, but it managed to run short the essentials.I then had to sneak olden my p arents which I knew wasnt going to be very hard, they hadnt even sight I had straited in. They both just sit at that place perched on the couch reflection some ridiculous reality TV show. I wanted to say bye, I wanted them to look at but all I could do was blame them for reservation me lean towards my decision in expiration anyway. I stood come forwardside my house with my sable Country Road bag press against my right shoulder I was piddle for this, take upy to start feeling alive, to be able to feel like I belonged somewhere and to feel free from all the problems I carried.I looked back at my house it looked old and even tired. Its white paint now a creamy brown, and the mailbox merely held on by one screw, the grass so long that it was almost impossible to walk in. As I stared back at it, all I could see were memories from the onetime(prenominal) 18 years of me feeling trap and alone. I dont bet I was ever truly blissful here, this was never headquarters to me, it was simply a house I was forced to live in, I had no trouble with truism bye. I started walking I didnt know where my final destination was, all I knew was that there was so often more out there.It wasnt like I didnt tolerate any money either, I did I had a mint candy of it. My fear at that tear down was whether that money would stay with me, could someone scent out my fear and protection of my pocket? I hope not, because what was in my pocket was my fine out of here, and I guideed every cent. Before I knew it I was rest in front of the line of merchandiseport, it was like Id never seen it before, gleaming over me like a gate, a form towards my next move- the next chapter in my aliveness. I suddenly felt a refrigerating sweat running done my body. unrivalled way to Chicago please. What on earth was I doing? And why had a chosen Chicago?I stood there for a few seconds, just out(p) at myself, what on earth had I gotten myself into? I took a deep breath and swallowed hard and thanked the lady who was handing me my ticket. It was solely then I realised that I was leaving, leaving the only place I ever really knew. There I sit alone in the cold air conditioned room, waiting for my flight. I looked almost the room and everyone seemed so happy, kids running around like nothing in the origination mattered, young couples asleep on each others shoulders. Would I ever be as happy as these people? Why was my life so hard to turn good? Or was it me with the flaw?I realised that enquire questions lead me nowhere except to a throbbing head from trying to bechance answers, answers that probably didnt even exist. pip 239 to Chicago, please arrest your advanceing passes out and wait in line to board the skim off. Thankyou I guess this was it, no regrets, no fears. Just me and whatever life brings. I stood there shaking as I handed the lad y my ticket. I tried pulling myself together by liberal her a reassuring yet apprehension smile. I was terrified as thoughts ran through my head, all of a sudden I suddenly then felt naughty that I never said goodbye to my family.Sure, my family never noticed me but mayhap if I gave them a chance to divulge me we wouldve been more caring and loving towards each other? I boarded the matted and sit done in my seat, luckily complete I had gotten one by the windowpane. nerve-racking to calm myself down I closed my eyes and remembered all the good and period of play times I had at base of operations when life and my family were good and when there were good times and memories. I opened my eyes, only to realise that I had fallen asleep, but something didnt feel right. I felt cold and light, my body was tingling all over but most significantly I felt protruding. Id never felt like this before, was I dreaming?No, I couldnt have been. Everything looked so real, everyone was still on the plane some asleep some looking scared and worried. I looked outside my window and saw the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life- clouds and we were in them. It was then I realised where I was. I was floating, I was happy, I was unstoppable, I was dead but most importantly, I was home. Was it normal to feel so relieved and alive? Wasnt that kind of ironical? To finally feel like you matter when you really have no matter at all. I made a choice to get on that plane and I wouldnt look back and regret it.Its funny how life is so ironic, but you take what you get and if you dont like it? thoroughly you learn to adjust besides everything divulges happen for a reason. COMMENTARY In my root assigning some comments made were that I needed to take more care with my bantering and punctuation. Throughout my creative written material theme I tried to seduce on my punctuation by re- immortalizeing it and acquiring others to read and check it for me. My use of syntax was a major factor in my beginning(a) assignment, I tried to alter this by to a fault making others to read it and seeing if the way I incorporated my sentences made sense.I also read it out aloud to see if it sounded laughable in some areas, this helped me a lot in this assignment. Another comment I was given on my previous assignment was that I wasnt consistent with my format and my sentences werent tightened up. With my creative write alternate I tried to stick to my first person perspective. I wrote my creative theme piece as though I were retelling a yarn as it was happening, I let the readers get inside the little girls head and see what she was thinking and feeling.I thought that this might add a figure of emotion and sympathy throughout my story. In my first assignment I was also told that I wrote a little to much(prenominal) considering the genre, with my creative composition piece I made sure to stick to the word count and that the story didnt describe on for pages and pages. Some elements that I need to improve in my writing are still punctuation and syntax, these two areas are always a little enigmatical to me as I dont tend to know when to put a comma or full stop.Ill try and improve this by writing more and more, and asking others to read what Ive written and see if they understand the points Im trying to get across. My principal(prenominal) strength in this assignment was that it was a creative writing piece. I had a broad imagination and can muster up many unusual scenarios from different things. I think in kafkaesque ways so I find writing a creative writing piece somewhat fun and interesting. With brainiac Light, Star Bright wint You Find Me A base this night? I made the girl die as that was what she truely needed in the end.Shes a confused young girl who was holding herself back from seeing the solid ground and was too scared to start vivification her own life. I thought that her demolition would be ironic to the whole story and plot, as her death was her freedom the one thing she had been waiting for to feel alive. Theres more to living than being alive. I named my creative writing piece Star Light, Star Bright Wont You Find Me A Home Tonight? referencing to the beginning of the story almost her love for the stars and sky, I incorporated that with her passion to finally find a home, somewhere where she belonged.