so in da UK we have to take GCSE exams from when we are 14-16 and naturally i asumed we did them all at the end of the two years but no~ i was wrong because just 4 weeks into the year and we have a damn exam which makes up 10% of our final score. so this is what i wrote, what do ya think? im i gunna fail? whish i could have writen it in my native language (swedish) but apparenly english is the only option :(. 

GCSE exam writing 

People see pearls as beautiful, perfect gems, but never realize that they are actually the result of pain, pain from something sharp or dangerous getting trapped inside an oyster where it doesn't belong, the oyster makes a pearl to protect itself but its defence is its weakness .

The purity of the dark spherical mineral could have done anything to protect you; its desirability only encouraged sinister entities to inflict pain, all in hope to salvage your wealth, or so you thought. “Isn’t it beautiful.” you would boast rolling the Tahitian wonder around your flawless palm, graftless since the day you were born.  Now I do the same, my soul altered to equal the black gem I gripped desperately in my shaking hands never to let go.
Never to be released.   

I could see the loneliness in your dark, seemingly pupilless, eyes; so black to look as if they absorbed all the light in the surrounding room, leaving us in a suffocating dimness. The only time your lifeless orbs lit to any extent, portraying a glimpse of humanity was when you would sit mindlessly on the floor clutching at the overpriced pebble you held so dear.  I could never compete with something so precious, so rare, so outwardly pure but in fact darker than the stygian depths of the ocean where it once dwelled.
I hated you,
I still hate you.
But Hate is a bittersweet amalgamation of the soul, a twisted joy one feels. A beautiful mystery of despair and sorrow; my ignorant odium for you fuelled my envy for anything you held dear, driving me into insanity.

It’s not as if you didn’t deserve it; to you, I was irrelevant. The only meaningful aspect of your life was the wealth you craved and earned ineligibly.
“I wonder if your heart is as black as a Tahitian pearl, I wonder if the hours you vainly spent admiring the oversized, dark mineral tainted the throbbing organ in your chest.”
I often spoke audibly not knowing nor caring if you heard; the despise I felt took over my better judgement. I was curious, I was insane and I knew you loathed me as much as I did you.

As you slept on your bed of seaweed, I pried open your oyster shell of a rib cage, piercing the skin effortlessly, but putting strength into separating the concealing bones that protected your pearl. You ‘gasped’ and stuttered some irrelevant dribble as the life left you through the abyss of your empty shell. Reaching into the darkness I gripped what I desired and ripped it from you, disregarding the life of the owner and gazing upon its beauty.

The black heart soiled with evil that I anticipated wasn’t present however replaced by a blood sodden mess that still pulsated in my hands. I gripped it tight as if it was the most precious gem known to man, realising what I had done falling backwards holding your heart to mine yet showing no remorse. Your black lifeless eyes became mine as I stared blankly at the dead body, mangled, before me. “Collateral damage.” I muttered bring my knees to my chest, rocking backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.  My own heart beating intently as I thought back to times when I could have been almost happy, the obscure black eyeliner trailed down my tear stained cheek,  It felt as if the life was being drained out of me with the murky lines falling from my eyes that covered my tender skin, my humanity being replaced with sickness.

 Sometimes, when the lids of my darkening irises fall to cover my malicious stone like orbs, I can see your, rarely present, annoying smirk.  Because a smile is a window on your face to show your heart is at home.  
You shall never grin again, in the depths of the earth where evil dwells.
In the dark, you will remain expressionless as a result of my selfish envy.

I know you can no longer speak back, so really my chatter is very much in vain but that’s why we have two ears and one tongue, so that we can listen more and talk less. You may now lay dead but really, to me, you have been that way for years it’s only now that you finally fit my perception.

People see hearts as beautiful, perfect gems, but never realize that they are actually the result of pain, pain from something  cold or unwanted getting  trapped inside an person where it doesn't belong, the person has a heart to function but it’s, in reality, their weakness .

so yeah, sorry if its sooooo~ long, i really apriciate anyone who took the time to read it; i need feedback! thankyou xxxxxxxxxx