Pages From My Diary

 Cold night wind swept through his curly black hair, his fingers clutching the handles, were all numb, and the sound of wind whistling in his ears was drowned by the honking and rumble of traffic. Glancing at his wristwatch for an umpteenth time, he increased his speed, weaving his way through the traffic, and pulling up on the footpaths occasionally for shortcuts to arrive in time. He increased his speed at the full as he saw the signal turn yellow, to cross it before it went red, and narrowly whizzing past a car, he skidded to a halt at the edge line of the signal. The car he had nearly bumped into, pulled up beside him, and a middle-aged man stepped out of it. He wouldn't have paid him much attention until he came up to him, and started yelling, "Don't you know how to ride a bike?", ''What's wrong sir?" asked Harris, startled, "Now, I'll tell you what's wrong, ha". The signal had turned green, and the cars began honking to let the...

 "Ten minutes left", the teacher's voice echoed down the classroom, adding another layer of tension and nervousness that already gripped the classroom. All students had their heads bowed to their exam papers, their hands moving frantically to finish before the time runs out. Every now and then, the sound of shuffling paper would break in through the stiff silence that reigned over the classroom. Ahsan's head was also bowed against the paper, but he wasn't writing, his mind was racing constantly to solve an equation. Only ten minutes were left, and here he was, still dwelling on the fourth question. The teacher pushed back his chair and stood up to take a round of the classroom. Ahsan sighed and threw his head in his palms, his mind had gone totally blank from panic, and exhaustion.  He was staring at his shoes under the table, pondering over the equation, and racking his empty brain for a way to solve it, when his eyes landed upon a sheet of paper lying under the ...

 Hello, It's me your friend Ammara Mahmood, I'm a thirteen-year-old homeschooler. My hobbies include painting, cooking, baking, knitting, reading, writing, poetry, and much more. I've been on blogger for the past seven years. I had been blogging previously at  http://ammarascreations.blogspot.com/ , you may also find me there, but from now on, I'll be using this one. I'll be posting my writing and poetry pieces here, and feel free to comment, criticize, or advise, I'm sure I'll appreciate them all.