A Taste of Honey

I dream red

I wake up from my bed, shower, and put my clothes on. I get my car keys and get into the Ferrari Spyder, the engines roar, and I fly down the road. All others turn their heads in awe as I cruise past them. Other drivers scare to overtake such a beast. The Ferrari is beautiful, with a reputation of the elite. If you own such a car, you are successful in life, and suddenly, it gives you the charisma and confidence to be happy. They say money can not buy you happiness, but I would rather cry in a Ferrari.

The man who can cause fear and joy

It was the day of my first history lesson, the teacher with a dreaded reputation. I walked into the class shaking, everyone else’s eyes were full of fear, sitting down as quietly as possible, trembling getting their pencil cases at the ready, trying to hurry, yet make no noise. It was a deadly silence. Then he entered the room, it felt like all the oxygen in the room had been vanquished. The weeks passed hating going to history, until, gradually, everyone started warming to him for some unknown reason, he started joking and laughing. We realised his stern authoritive figure has actually taught us so well. At the start of the year we were crying with fear, but, at the end of the year, we were crying because of how much we will miss him as have loved him over the time we spent under his teaching.

Scorpio

The animal I love is the scorpion; most people would shudder at the thought of loving such an animal with is normally so feared, I however am fascinated by such beast. The scorpion scurries along, holding its stinging tail proudly above itself, a warning for others, but also displaying its beauty and livelihood. I could grow to trust him, and let him dance up my arm, the fear is adrenaline and admiration for such a small creature able to produce such emotions in a human. It is an ancient animal, with courtship rituals, who dances with its partner for hours on end before procreation. The jet black of the scorpion needs to be loved, for it does no wrongdoing to those who do not wrong it.

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Addicted to being socially unsociable

There is one particular website which I love, yet hate; this being Facebook. Facebook is my favourite website, yet the addictive potential is overbearing. The first thing I do when I turn onto the computer is logon to Facebook, my computer knows me so well, I type in ‘www.fa’ and it finishes my sentence for me. It is Sunday night, with college work being due in for Monday morning, I attempt to sit down and do some studying, but I say to myself “Oh, I will just look at Facebook for 5 minutes,” two hours later and my college work has still not been started. For this reason, my favourite website is Facebook, although I hate it for compelling me to use it, I love it so much!