IGCSE Paper 2 Writing Practices

"Who do you want to be in the future?"

Mr. Gugol asked this simple and yet complicated question. The late afternoon sunlight drifts in lazily, pouring its vibrance into a class of only 4 students. This question rings a bell in them. They tilt their head and lean back indolently to their chairs, being carried away in a lullaby of their profound thoughts. But I already had an answer.

I want to be like you.

You are the passion of my life. Everything you do and speak is my dream come true: like a sun radiating its blinding prominence, surmounting over everything at the peak of the skies. Like an eagle, you soar freely in the gushing breeze; while I stand browbeaten beneath. I was blinded. Blinded by your light because everything else about me is devoid of any rays. In the profound darkness, you walk firmly towards the burst of light, as I stumbled aimlessly behind your confidence. All I could catch is the corner of your shadows, which slips away like flowing water from the tip of my fingers. 

On my way home, I walk as the setting sun lit the sky in colors of fire; stretching so far and wide as if the clouds had caught on fire. My thoughts still burn in confusion like the sunset, but slowly faded away as the golden dragon that breathed flames into the sunset rested to reveal the stars. Freezing gushes of wind, perilous darkness of the night. Yet the stars whispered its promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun, they will be there to bring hope of the dawn. I smiled. It's always from the light we hide, yet it's always the light we crave; for without it what will we be? 

So, come to me with your light so brilliant and, blinded though I am, I will see you. 

I started running. Icy breaths caught in my throat, while my footsteps fell lightly on the rutted path as I chase after the stars. The carousel of worries was thrown so far away behind me; what was I even worrying about? I love every vivacious note of the violin, expressive moves of dance, blissful strokes of art, and everything that made my heart pump in sensation. All the passion I pour into them will be returned with overwhelming blessings in the future, and perhaps that's the moment we've always yearned for!

So keep on running. Let everything you see, feel, and hear explode into jubilant colors that only belong to you.

Let me chase after you again, future me.

(433 words)