Empired
03-06-2015, 10:06 AM
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This latest Guest Article was inspired by a task set at school: Describe a memorable event from your school days and explain why it has remained unforgettable.
So now describe your own memorable event in life! It doesn't have to be from your school days as many of us haven't been in school for quite some time now. But it can be anything from the death of a hamster to getting a new chair, just as long as it was important to you.
Here's a snippet of the article (it's really good, I thoroughly recommend it):
Picture this. You’re in your final year of high school. You’re not necessarily the most popular kid, nor do you ever speak to those considered to be the popular kids or ever sympathise with them when you see their pretentious social media posts in which they pose at revealing angles, seeking for the next best meaningless compliment in the form of a comment to make them feel some sort of self worth. But deep down you always envied them just slightly, you’d always check their posts just to see what you can make of your evening, like checking up on the most recent posts from their parties to see what you've been missing; you always felt like you were missing something.
You’re sat in your bedroom and it’s a Sunday night. With your back to your wardrobe, you're sat on the floor with a phone in your hand aimlessly flickering between the different apps on your phone which you once cared about so much because, at the time, you felt like being appreciated by those around you was everything. You’re on a face-time call with your best friend, pointlessly chatting about who posted what on what website like there’s no tomorrow. Suddenly your thumb froze on one profile, “Broken into pieces”, Jessica tweeted. You thought it was just another head over heels teenager looking for some form of attention on the pedestal they created for themselves but your conscience tells you otherwise, the number of shares and favourites tell you otherwise. You’re lost in thought for a moment and then another moment and another; you’re lost in thought for a while before you decide to speak. You tell the news of grief to your friend who drops her phone and swiftly runs into her mother’s arms as she cries, “Not Charlie! He was so lovely and he was always there for me”. You’re sat in your bedroom and it’s a Sunday night. With your back to your wardrobe, you're sat on the floor with a phone in your hand as always, but this time it’s different. You feel guilt.
Interested? Click here (http://habbox.com/#!/News/article/2455) to read the whole thing!
If you'd like to write a Guest Article of your own, please PM me (click here (http://www.habboxforum.com/private.php?do=newpm&u=80588)) to either submit your article or ask any questions you may have.
This latest Guest Article was inspired by a task set at school: Describe a memorable event from your school days and explain why it has remained unforgettable.
So now describe your own memorable event in life! It doesn't have to be from your school days as many of us haven't been in school for quite some time now. But it can be anything from the death of a hamster to getting a new chair, just as long as it was important to you.
Here's a snippet of the article (it's really good, I thoroughly recommend it):
Picture this. You’re in your final year of high school. You’re not necessarily the most popular kid, nor do you ever speak to those considered to be the popular kids or ever sympathise with them when you see their pretentious social media posts in which they pose at revealing angles, seeking for the next best meaningless compliment in the form of a comment to make them feel some sort of self worth. But deep down you always envied them just slightly, you’d always check their posts just to see what you can make of your evening, like checking up on the most recent posts from their parties to see what you've been missing; you always felt like you were missing something.
You’re sat in your bedroom and it’s a Sunday night. With your back to your wardrobe, you're sat on the floor with a phone in your hand aimlessly flickering between the different apps on your phone which you once cared about so much because, at the time, you felt like being appreciated by those around you was everything. You’re on a face-time call with your best friend, pointlessly chatting about who posted what on what website like there’s no tomorrow. Suddenly your thumb froze on one profile, “Broken into pieces”, Jessica tweeted. You thought it was just another head over heels teenager looking for some form of attention on the pedestal they created for themselves but your conscience tells you otherwise, the number of shares and favourites tell you otherwise. You’re lost in thought for a moment and then another moment and another; you’re lost in thought for a while before you decide to speak. You tell the news of grief to your friend who drops her phone and swiftly runs into her mother’s arms as she cries, “Not Charlie! He was so lovely and he was always there for me”. You’re sat in your bedroom and it’s a Sunday night. With your back to your wardrobe, you're sat on the floor with a phone in your hand as always, but this time it’s different. You feel guilt.
Interested? Click here (http://habbox.com/#!/News/article/2455) to read the whole thing!