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“Wake up!”

“I’m winning, I’m winning! Take that! Ha ha ha, who’s the winner now?!”

“Wake up I said! Keaghan!”

“Hmm?!” I shot up. I saw my mum crowding over my bed, with an annoyed look on her face.

“I told you to wake up! Your going to be late!”

“Ok! I’’ll get up now! Sheesh!”

My mum walked out. I put on a Black shirt, Quicksilver, to be exact, and my Inco jeans, with my 89 New Balance shoes on.

Oh, in case you wondering, I’m Keaghan Townsend. I’m 11, and I go to Bayside Middle School. Its an ok school, with a few ok people here an there. It’s like any other school around here.

Oh, and about my dream... I dreamt I was beating up every bully that ever picked on me. Ever.

“Huh... another day of school. What's this one going to be like today?” I groaned.

I rushed out of my room, jumping down the stairs.

I ran to the table, grabbing a piece of toast, and chugging a glass of orange juice.

“Bye! I gotta go!”

My mum waved, and my dad, still in his gown, didn’t notice. He had a newspaper in front of him.


I ran out the door, grabbing my bike. It was a nice one, really. A Black Specialized.

I pedaled as fast as I could, gathering speed over every puddle. It must of rained last night.

As I arrived at school, I locked up my bike at the bike rack, and then walked right in to Zack.... one of the bullies.


“Sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”

He looked at me with a grim face. He walked away, grinning.

“Whew. I made it out alive.”

I walked along the hallways, finally getting to the breakfast line. Today was Tuesday, so it was donut day.

“Mmmm.. donuts.” I imitated Homer Simpson.

I took out some of my lunch money and bought a chocolate donut. It was the good type. The ones from Wild Bills.

I walked on to the black top, seeing Wolfgang and all my friends playing basketball, as per usual. I wasn’t up for Basketball. I would rather go to the library.

I walked in and saw Miss Lance one one of the iMac. Still, at least it wasn’t the one that had all my Stagecast work on it.

“Hey Miss Lance, do you mind if I use Stagecast?”, I said, gesturing towards the other iMacs. There was two of them in the library.

“Oh. Yeah, what are you going to do?”

“My Stagecast work. You know, the one about the school.”

“Right. Okay, go ahead.”

At lunch, I waited in line for Chicken Nuggets and BBQ sauce, with a Snapple.

By the time I got there, they where out of Chicken Nuggets, so I bought a Twix and a Pink Lemonade.

“Crap! I wish the line had been shorter!”

I met up with Tau, or William, which was his english name.

“Sup man.”


“Hey, did you see the wrestling on last night? It was so fake looking! I knew that the match between the rock and the Triple H was fake! I knew it! He ran up like this....!” as I said this, I made a fist and ran at full speed.... into Zack.

‘Oh no. I’m dead.” I said under my breath.

“Hey, what was that for?!”

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!”

“Yeah right. I’ll see you after school... and I know where you live.”

“Oh no. Hell no. This can’t be happening! No, no, no, no, no! I’m gonna die!”

‘Don't worry. I’ll be there to back you up, Keaghan. I always have.”

‘Thanks Tau. Your a true friend.”

The bell rang, just after I finished that sentence.

Tau and I did out handshake, Fist, Fist, Punch, then walked to our classes.

I wished that 6th block lasted forever. I usually hate 6th block, but today I made an exception.

Bing-Bing-Bing-Bing went the bell, as per usual. I tried to stay as long as I could. I tried to stall. But no...

Ms. Smith said I had to go.

“Keaghan, you seem like you have just seen a ghost!”

I had. Mine.

The thoughts that ran though my head as I walked to the Courts where amazing. I wish I had just told Ms. Smith about me and Zack. But... I couldn’t. School isn’t like that.

I saw Tau. He had came, as always.

“Thanks man.”

“No Prob.”

But, lo, as Zack walked up.... Tau mother’s car pulled up.

“Um... Keaghan.... I’m sorry. I’ve GOT to go. My mom doesn’t like to wait. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, great, just great! What else could possible go wrong!?!”

Ironically, as I said this, Zack and about 5 of his friends showed up.

“Oh god no.”

I assumed a fight position, a kickboxing one. One of the ones I had seen on TV.

“You ready to die?” Zack called to me.

“Yes...” I said, deafly.

He lunged at me.

I ducked.

He missed.

His friends, fortunately, where behind me.

I threw a punch.

A lot of bullies have there day, where they will beat up someone and get more respect.

Today wasn’t his day.

My punch connected right to his chin.

I kicked, acting off his surprise.

This one hit too, hitting him in his stomach, and knocking him clearly into a pole. He was unconcious.

‘Oh my god! I did it! I beat Zack!”

His friends backed away, hopefully scared of what I had just done.

Tau was still there. His Mom car was stuck in a school traffic jam.

Everyone had seen, except for the teachers.

“I didn’t even break a sweat! Cool!”

Everyone looked at me in awe. It felt good to be the picker oner (even tough that's not a word, you know what I mean), instead of the person being picked on.

I pulled my Fossil shades out of my backpack, and walked away with an ear to ear grin on my face.

It was an average day in the life of me, Keaghan Townsend.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------Like it? It was writen for a school contest. Hopefully, it will win. Then, it will get turned into a play
(My school has one of the best Drama programs in San Fransico)

And its all true!!!!
Even the charaters!

I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you dont understand
( You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the Energy, not with the Enemy
A place for my head
"A place for my head"-Linkin Park


The following comments are for "A day in the life of Keaghan Townsend:( Based on a true story)"
by Ken Trema

to Ken Trema
The concept is pretty good but the style is too hurried and thus reads disjointedly, more details will help. But considering we have an 11 yr old protagonist here, I guess it does work in a vague manner.

You really need to prove read it, spelling and grammar etc.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: May 18, 2002 )

to Furius
apparently the author is also 11

( Posted by: direb0y [Member] On: May 18, 2002 )

I realize that but still
Like for all people, there is variety within category. Since this is a story, it deserves stylistic care. 11yr old or not, my comment remains the same.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: May 19, 2002 )

I just find it somewhat curious that Furius used to the wrong words to say "proof read." That is kinda funny to me. No offense intended. I myself can never remember if it is one word or two.

( Posted by: E.G. Evans [Member] On: May 19, 2002 )

ok then
To avoid any confusion: proofread please.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: May 20, 2002 )

Stil....what do you think of it?

( Posted by: Ken Trema [Member] On: May 21, 2002 )

Well, If I ahd to rate it myself, i would probaly say, a 6-7ish.

( Posted by: Ken Trema [Member] On: June 6, 2002 )

This is. . .
very good. I personally thought the style was very well suited for the subject matter even if it is a little disjointed. If you really are 11 and you really wrote this, then you can only go up.

Keep writing.

( Posted by: FinnMacCool [Member] On: August 15, 2007 )

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