Michael Hindley                       A New Sentience         GCSE Autobiographical Recount                28/5/09

As time ticked, and every second of that day gave me a daunting feeling. I stood there; worried, sad, fearful... yet, curious.The building gave an eerie atmosphere of lifeless walls and lumpy scarlet rugs, colourless drawers and desks with tedious forms.
I was full of fear as I slowly dragged myself into the corridor and waited. Just waited. My life was falling into turmoil as far as I could remember. I never quite understood why social services entered my house to begin with.
But they still came. took me and my brother away from my only parent.

I was forced to go to that dreaded building, to sort it all out and get something sorted. I never knew what the problem was,but it was tearing my life apart.
The clock ticked still, but a lifetime passed in my mind, thinking of everything that happened in the 6 years, wondering what the problem was.
Was it the death of my brother, when I was still very young? the multiple accidents up until present? Maybe it started when Frank entered my life and began to agitate and discomfort me, because of how much time with my mother he had, leaving me only with my hyperactive younger bug of a brother.
Or should i say half brother, since my dad left when I was a baby, leading to a different man in my mothers life, leaving my brother as a gift, and then also leaving.
As I pondered many though, i was disturbed.

"Michael" she said, in a very friendly yet disturbing voice, that voice was all I needed to hear to know I would be put under pressure.
She was a very friendly and nice lady for a social worker, but it always felt awkward, however the situation with her, but I will never forget her. She was of an age slightly older looking than my mother. she had less wrinkles and none of the awful qualities my mother gained from her habbit of smoking, which seemed nice considering the similar hairstyle, darker, but still more pretty.
I was still fearful of the moment no matter how it Would look.

I was lead into yet another lifeless room, this time with a dull brown mirrored wall, which I though it was, until the dim light from the next room shined through.
more pressure built up on me like whenever the screeches of my mother's kettle sourounded my ears. If only i could scream like that.
During my time in the room, i saw many toys, and was offered to play with them, but i just sat there, confused and scared, hoping for them to just get it over with.
They gave many questions, and spoke each in a unique tone of voice each, as if every question answered depicted a part of my life, again giving me fear of how my answers would result in a certain outcome of this event.

I answered all the questions, which are unremembered now, as I usually forget discomforting events in my life.
but they still kept me for quite a while, i never knew why, where they judging me? Of looks? opinions? intelligence? Or something else?
As the daunting event came to an end, yet another suspicious event replaced the previous.
I was asked About my next favoured relative, which arose more thoughs in my head, painstakingly resulting in a choice which would affect the rest of my life.
I responded to the question with the choice of my auntie, who I would always visit, she was always happy and smiling, which made me happy too: this choice then brought me to the social worker's car, a lovely red rover of the time, which had made a slight distraction for me from what was happening. I was taken to my auntie, and was soon after left there with my brother. Stuck in a house, with a loving auntie, spoiled cousin, and caring old nan.

It had taken time for things to sink deep into my brain, but the social worker had offered me a new life, away from my mother, away from Frank, and away from the abuse given from both of them.
As time ticked and every second of this new life gave me more happiness and hope, i slept there; happy, faithful, loved... yet, curious.