"SILENCE" shouted my head teacher whilst our classes bounded noisily into the room. Boys and girls giggled and schemed how they could next annoy the teacher, all this happened whilst i was day dreaming out of the window letting my thoughts wonder
"Hey Nietz, NIETZ!!" my friend shouted, his name was Samfar, such a legend was Samfar and his glass jumper. No one else had a jumper like his, this was because it was made of glass.
"Whats up Sammy" i asked him whilst i was eyeing his glass jumper. 'nothing mate, just waking you up from your slumber." I had always been jealous of Samfar's glass jumper, the reason being was because it was made of glass. I always asked myself what i found so special about his glass jumper, i really suppose it was because it was made from glass.
I suddenly decided that i wanted Samfar's jumper for my own, i began to hatch a scheme to steal his jumper from him. After class i followed Samfar towards the staircase, hoping that from here i could jump him and steal his jumper. I leaped forward to grab hold of him, but pushed him down the stairs but i still had the jumper in my hand, somehow? i leapt from the window.
" I have the glass jumper" i shrieked as i fell from the window. The birds laughed and laughed, and then there was no more. The glass had shattered. The jumper's jumper had jumped. And i had jumped my final jump of jumpiness from the window onto the glass pieces. And then, with deathly glassy glee I rejoiced! I was one with the glass, and the glass was one with me, for i had formed my own glass jumper etched within my skin.