Form 6 Autobiography
Form 6 have been experimenting with autobiography, and writing personal recounts of all the exciting things that have happened to them so far. In these short pieces, they’ve tried to build up tension and convey all the emotions and physical reactions they experienced during nail-biting moments. I will be uploading many more Form 6 personal essays over the next few weeks – keep an eye out!
A Nail-Biting Moment
I was in the wing of the stage, about to go on and be Wendy in Peter Pan. The music started – it was my cue to go on stage. I took a shaky step to the opening and the dazzling light blinded me for that petrifying moment as I stepped onto the glimmering stage.
I felt all stiff as I stepped, like an old person with a walking stick, to my position. My heart raced, and my legs felt heavy, like lead.
Now I was in my position, and I breathed out heavily. I was relieved that it wasn’t as terrifying as I thought, and I started singing my solo.
I was sitting in the snow, terrified of avalanches and the road ahead. I was helpless, just lying there off-piste in the middle of the colossal Alps. I slowly edged forwards, dreading what was round the bend, and noticed a cliff. It didn’t seem big, but I was sure it most certainly was.
I stopped to think: should I go onward, or back along the toughest path I had ever skied on? My boots were rubbing, and this just knocked my concentration. I was finding it hard to breathe, until out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a Poma lift. I was so relieved to see it.
I followed it down, to some piste I recognised, then I noticed my sister on the bubble, so I took the bubble car with her.
It was 3.30 when I realised my mum wasn’t yet home, so I went to the window and my mum’s car wasn’t there. I woke Sebastian up, and he didn’t know what to do. We went downstairs, and the babysitter was snoring loudly.
It was petrifying knowing my mum wasn’t there. I sat down and watched a film for two hours, but it felt like two years.
Suddenly, I heard the lock opening on the front door, and I ran and jumped and hugged my mum. My heard had been beating so fast, you could have powered an engine, but when I was in her arms my heart couldn’t even beat I was so relieved.
I was six at the time, and at six you get quite scared at some things, like moving house or starting a new school, or not seeing your mum for a long time, but I got over it the next day, and it was all fine.
BANG! The gun went off speedily. It was like a lightning strike: fast, frightful and really scary. As I jumped into the pool, I felt on top of the world, but then as I got into cold, clear water, I felt really frightened, because I was up against tall, bulky girls who had trained for weeks to get here. I had to remember, if I didn’t win I should still be proud of myself for getting this far.
As the race was only three lengths long, I still had time to catch up with the other girls legs. As the race came to a close, I was ahead of all the girls but one. She was the champion at this length for this category, so she always wins. But then suddenly, I felt an adrenaline rush come on. I got faster and faster, then I caught up with her. It was head-to-head, and I just had to give it one more little push.
Eventually, it came down to the terrifying part: the sprint finish. I used up all my energy, and my hand slammed on the wall. I felt so relieved that I’d done it. I came out of the pool shaking, and my coach told me that I had won! I was over the moon, and couldn’t believe that I’d actually beaten the champion. Hard work pays off.