Magic Mushrooms-My Coursework, chapter 3
Billie had never slept rough before; he had always slept in his bed, in his house but now he had lost both. He knew that the school was after him for playing truant and soon social services would be too, Billie knew he must hide, run away from the pain, and become free. With all odds against him, Billie went to the one place which had become his true home ever since he realised his parents didn't love him.
The rain poured down onto Billie and as the day finally died he heaved a sigh of shame, was this really the best he could do? As he sheltered underneath one of the trees, in what he liked to think of as his wood, Billie thought about what was going to become of him. He fell asleep that night with hunger in his mind.
As the sun begun to rise, high into the sky, the murmurs and snores were rising out into the wood, echoing off every tree. Billie woke abruptly to the sound of his own snores and the hunger in his stomach. He got up achingly; after all he had just spent a night on the ground, and lumbered over to the opening to in the trees, where he began his breakfast hunt. Billie snorted and gazed up to the sky:
"Great, just what I need", he barked sarcastically, 'A storm'. Billie actually said a lot more, but it's too rude for this story.
He began scoffing down some berries which had fallen from a small bush, sheltered from the oncoming storm by the trees which towered high above. Many of you will know how good berries taste but you will also know how they do not kill your hunger. Billie gazed around, mumbling to himself:
"Leaf, leaf, grass... " he squinted, trying to get a better look to make sure that they were real, before he yelled "... MUSHROOMS!"
He dived onto the cluster and immediately began stuffing his face with the delights which he had found! Billie began to feel woozy and sick. He stared at the grey spindly trunks of the mushrooms. He leant back against the nearest tree, tilting his head backwards to stare up at the sky through the leafless branches. The pain that was striking Billie was unbearable.
"I'm gonna die", he thought to himself as he lost the ability and will to stay awake.
The rain poured down onto Billie and as the day finally died he heaved a sigh of shame, was this really the best he could do? As he sheltered underneath one of the trees, in what he liked to think of as his wood, Billie thought about what was going to become of him. He fell asleep that night with hunger in his mind.
As the sun begun to rise, high into the sky, the murmurs and snores were rising out into the wood, echoing off every tree. Billie woke abruptly to the sound of his own snores and the hunger in his stomach. He got up achingly; after all he had just spent a night on the ground, and lumbered over to the opening to in the trees, where he began his breakfast hunt. Billie snorted and gazed up to the sky:
"Great, just what I need", he barked sarcastically, 'A storm'. Billie actually said a lot more, but it's too rude for this story.
He began scoffing down some berries which had fallen from a small bush, sheltered from the oncoming storm by the trees which towered high above. Many of you will know how good berries taste but you will also know how they do not kill your hunger. Billie gazed around, mumbling to himself:
"Leaf, leaf, grass... " he squinted, trying to get a better look to make sure that they were real, before he yelled "... MUSHROOMS!"
He dived onto the cluster and immediately began stuffing his face with the delights which he had found! Billie began to feel woozy and sick. He stared at the grey spindly trunks of the mushrooms. He leant back against the nearest tree, tilting his head backwards to stare up at the sky through the leafless branches. The pain that was striking Billie was unbearable.
"I'm gonna die", he thought to himself as he lost the ability and will to stay awake.
