Is it true that school days are the best of your life? This month, all the writing prompts are about new beginnings, which seems apt given we’re at the start of a brand new year. But new beginnings can be from any perspective depending on how you choose to view them, and our school days are no different.
Perhaps there was a day when something ‘clicked’; I certainly remember a moment during my Master’s degree when it all came together in a classic lightbulb moment and I could see how everything connected to everything else! What if you chose to stand up to a bully, made a new friend, or discovered a favourite subject or teacher? The day you start and the day you leave are endings and beginnings, offering us a way of reflecting on what has been, versus what is to come.
The aim of a word square is to choose at least one word from each column, more if you can. Then weave them into a story, an opening sentence, a first paragraph or a poem. The words are simple; crafting something unusual, unexpected or different with them is more challenging.
Please feel free to share your effort below, you will get feedback if you want it. Alternatively, you can add it to your own website if you have one and then provide a link in the comments for the rest of us to visit.
My effort can be read below, I have marked the words with bold type:
Bethany. The mention of her name flips my stomach decades later.
Bethany. My nemesis. The girl who made school life harder than it needed to be when it should have been easy.
Bethany. My best friend. I still don’t know what happened to turn us from each other. One day we were joined at the hip, parents joking we needed surgery to separate us. The next it was as if I didn’t exist. She would blank me in the corridor, and turn her back when I walked into class. Most hurtful of all was when she told other’s the secrets I’d shared when I was certain and safe in the knowledge she always had my back.
Bethany. She died yesterday. Part of me wants to call her parents and share memories from long ago, tell them how sorry I am she has gone. But the history of us means I’ll never do that. Instead, I’ll mourn her leaving privately and wonder what might have been if only I’d said sorry for whatever school-girl transgression I’d committed.
Now it’s your turn. Why not use the comment area below to share your own new beginning?