It was a cold, dark evening, and I was making my way home from school. I had stayed late to finish a project and had lost track of time. The street lamps flickered on and off, casting eerie shadows on the deserted pavements. As I turned a corner, I saw a figure in the distance, huddled against a building.
As I got closer, I saw that it was an old man, shivering in the cold. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I remembered my grandmother's words: "One small gesture can change a life.”
As I approached him, I noticed that his eyes were dark and sunken, his skin pale and translucent. He looked up at me with a pleading expression, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
Without hesitation, I offered him my coat, but as he took it from me, without warning he grabbed my hand. His grip tightened, stronger and stronger. His eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and his features contorted into a grotesque, inhuman mask. But then a thought suddenly crossed my mind and I realised that something was terribly wrong… I had forgotten to finish my maths homework that was due in the next day.
I pushed the old man aside and ran home as fast as I could. As soon as I stepped into my bedroom I remembered why I had not completed the homework. I was stuck on a nasty A Level mechanics question containing lots of pulleys, slopes and rods. I Googled “M1 maths help” and found this site.