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

There I lay looking up at the incandescent glow of the moon and stars, millions of them even billions just looking over me each one with the beauty of a diamond, glistening so brightly. I rightfully loved the sky, the endless beauty it held, it made me feel safe. Sometimes I wondered if by some mysterious magical way the stars knew my thoughts and knew where I truly belonged. I hoped that when I looked up into the sky, that answers would seem clearer. All Ive ever wanted was freedom, the feeling of organism alive and the feeling of belonging somewhere real. Thats when I fin all in ally decided that the only way for me to be free was to run.When a door is closed, another door will open at the right time, this was my time. why had I entangle like this for so long? If people knew how I truly felt would they of treated me differently? No, probably not. It was fact that I was the invisible girl in school I was even invisible to my own family, I was doing them a favor in leaving. Beside s, everything happens for a reason and nothing really lasts forever, so why hold on? Was I holding on because I wanted to fight for something, something that seemed like it mattered? But that something was what was holding me back. So I let that feeling go, I had to be free.I quickly got up and jogged to my signaling to pack. All my thoughts rushing around in my vanguard, I was excited. I couldnt wait to start on this adventure Before I knew it I was standing in my room looking through my belongings and finding what I should take. Packing was never a strong suite of mine, but Id have to say that this time I did a pretty pricy job. First my betty boop towel Id bought myself on my 17th birthday, then my pyjamas that were old and fading, I then just shoved whatever type of clothes I had. My Country Road bag wasnt very big, but it managed to fit the essentials.I then had to sneak past my parents which I knew wasnt going to be very hard, they hadnt even noticed I had walked in. They b oth just sat there perched on the couch watching some ridiculous naive realism TV show. I wanted to say bye, I wanted them to care but all I could do was blame them for making me lean towards my end in leaving anyway. I stood outside my house with my black Country Road bag pressed against my right shoulder I was specify for this, ready 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 stigmatise so long that it was almost impossible to walk in. As I stared back at it, all I could see were memories from the past 18 eld of me feeling trapped and simply. I hold outt think I was ever truly happy here, this was never plateful to me, it was simply a house I was forced to live in, I had no trouble with saying goodbye. I started walking I didnt know where my final destination w as, all I knew was that there was so much more out there.It wasnt like I didnt have any money either, I did I had a lot of it. My fear at that point was whether that money would stay with me, could someone sense my fear and protection of my pocket? I hope not, because what was in my pocket was my ticket out of here, and I regarded every cent. Before I knew it I was standing in front of the airport, it was like Id never seen it before, gleaming over me like a gate, a path towards my next move- the next chapter in my flavor. I choppyly felt a mothy sweat running through my body. One way to Chicago please. What on earth was I doing? And why had a chosen Chicago?I stood there for a few seconds, just stunned at myself, what on earth had I gotten myself into? I took a deep breath and swallowed hard and thanked the noblewoman who was handing me my ticket. It was only then I realised that I was leaving, leaving the only place I ever really knew. There I sat alone in the cold air conditi oned room, waiting for my flight. I looked around the room and everyone seemed so happy, kids running around like nothing in the area 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 asking questions lead me nowhere except to a throbbing head from trying to find answers, answers that probably didnt even exist. Flight 239 to Chicago, please take out your boarding passes out and wait in line to board the plane. Thankyou I guess this was it, no regrets, no fears. Just me and whatever life brings. I stood there shaking as I handed the lady my ticket. I move pulling myself together by giving her a reassuring yet trembling smile. I was terrified as thoughts ran through my head, all of a sudden I suddenly then felt bad that I never said goodbye to my family.Sure, my family never noticed me but maybe if I gave them a chance to stop me we wouldve been more ca ring and loving towards each other? I boarded the plane and sat preceptore in my seat, luckily enough I had gotten one by the window. Trying to calm myself down I closed my eyes and remembered all the good and fun times I had at home 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 importantly I felt relieved. 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 shake 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 multifariousness of iro nic? 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? Well you learn to adjust besides everything dies happen for a reason. COMMENTARY In my first assignment some comments made were that I needed to take more care with my wording and punctuation. Throughout my fanciful writing piece I tried to work on my punctuation by re-reading it and getting others to read and check it for me. My use of syntax was a major factor in my first assignment, I tried to improve this by too making others to read it and seeing if the way I structured my sentences made sense.I also read it out aloud to see if it sounded odd 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 change and my sentences werent tightened up. With my origi nal writing piece I tried to stick to my first person perspective. I wrote my creative writing piece as though I were retelling a history as it was happening, I let the readers get inside the girls head and see what she was thinking and feeling.I thought that this might channel a bit of emotion and sympathy throughout my story. In my first assignment I was also told that I wrote a little to much considering the genre, with my creative writing piece I made sure to stick to the word count and that the story didnt drag 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 confusing 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 main strength in this assignment was that it was a creative writing piece. I had a broad imagina tion and can muster up many unusual scenarios from different things. I think in chimerical ways so I find writing a creative writing piece somewhat fun and interesting. With Star Light, Star Bright wont You Find Me A Home Tonight? I made the girl die as that was what she truely needed in the end.Shes a lost(p) young girl who was holding herself back from seeing the world and was too scared to start living her own life. I thought that her death 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 about her love for the stars and sky, I incorporated that with her desire to finally find a home, somewhere where she belonged.