Autobiographie en anglais

TOM JARRY

MR GARETT

COMPOSITION

08/28/17

                                                          Remember this day

I was smoking in the garden of this big house, looking for the stars in the sky.

The sky was awesome, my eyes could not let that starry sky. Each of these stars was like a treasure that I wanted to open. A feeling of ridiculed took me every time I looked up at night.  I feel like nothing compared to this. I felt well, I was absorbed by this sky when suddenly a shooting star pulled me out of my thoughts. "Did you see that?" ". The voice of my friends echoes in my head. I turn around and watch them walk towards me. "That was awesome." They asked me if everything was fine, I've never been that good. " They smile and return to this huge house, inviting me to join them most certainly to play a stupid game. I throw my cigarette and watch them walk in front of me. I am smiling at them, the smell of cold tobacco invades my nostrils but this particular smell is precious to me. While joining them, I ask myself a question for the last time. "How did I get there? ".

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It was warm, I was at home just like the big majority of my childhood, asking me how I was going to send my math check back in time. I tried to practice with a problem in my book but impossible for me to find the least answer. I was cursed by this class. I will have to ask my brother again to explain to me this class which seemed so easy for him. I decided to change my subject and move on to French. At least that I could understand. I loved reflection, my brother loved logic. Our views were very different but there were interesting debates. 
I always got along with my brother. I probably consider him my best friend. He was one year older than me but we had always been in the same class because I was early in school. Having an intelligent person by my side almost every day of my life made me mature extremely fast, too fast even, the difference with other children my age was too felt. My brother thought the same thing, but he had found people who resembled him by meeting people when he attended school. "And here, at least, a duty of fact." I spoke to myself and I felt that I had always done it, it seemed normal to me. "Thin it's already noon, I have to get ready if I do not want to be late." It was Friday and I had to train like every day. I could not wait for the weekend to arrive. The training, the school all of that was boring. I only wanted to do nothing. "Well what am I going to eat this time?" I opened the fridge hoping to find a ready meal that was waiting for me but obviously it was not, there was only vegetables waiting to be prepared, desserts everywhere and a piece of meat that Lying there. The meat was viscous and soft. She was probably still good but she disgusted me. I just take out some vegetables and start preparing to eat.

20 min later I leave my belly filled home. I go to the French Tennis Federation which is 10 minutes away from home and which welcomes the best French players. I do not particularly like going there. I find the training annoying, and the other players my age are clearly not my friends. Not a single person with whom I get along. I often wondered why I kept going. I was clearly not going to see my friends or even because I liked tennis. I could not find an answer. I was going there. No sooner had I reached the ground than I had heard my remarks. 
"Look at Tom, he 's all alone as usual." It was not at all the kind of remarks that touched me - I was not the persecuted child you see in the movies - I was quiet and silent, preferring to respond on the ground rather than answering orally.I sit at a bench and look up admiring for the umpteenth time, the quality of the structure that Had proposed to train me when I was only 13. The complex was gigantic, 6 tennis courts one beside the other with each field of cameras freezers and especially a gigantic setback. I had no difficulty beating all the other players but they always found an excuse for their defeats. "I was winning against you, How is that possible that you won? "I did not know if the coaches believed me or believed them but I did not care. I have never been looking for recognition. This is something I have never understood in others. As the training was finished I went home thinking of my weekend of relaxation and boredom.

"I'm back ! I hear my brother's voice answering me but I do not hear what he says since I had the music in my ears. Eminem. His voice echoes in my head about 6 hours a day. I listened to him whatever the situation. He was simply the only artist capable of giving me willies. By taking a step back I think I felt less alone thanks to him. I take a shower changes me and joins him in the room. He was here playing on the playstation like every day. Each one was telling his day. Thar was the routine bu that was not so bad. I almost liked this period. I continued my solitary life and the same scenario was repeated for 3 years. These 3 years were the 3 years I have just passed but these are also the years I remember the least. No change. The same training schedules, the same activities. I was settled like a clock.  Until this day. This day of change. "Tom, tomorrow you come with me," said my brother smiling. "Ah, and what are we gonna do ?"  " You will see ". I do not know why but I waited the next day with impatience. Probably the tone my brother had taken that inspired me with confidence. The night was long but I woke up fit. "So where are we going?" I was a kid waiting for his candy. "see one of my friend, you'll see he should please you, he's like us but he's your age so I want to introduce him to you ». It was that day that I met my best friend and all my closest friends. The day was great. I returned in the evening with a smile. I had been able to converse with people almost in the same way as I talk to my brother. 

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