The bench was quite defaced, it was painted sea blue but had patches of silver for where the paint was rubbing off. It had many chipped corners and had a dent in the middle. The bottom of the bend was smothered in rust from the weather and often smelt on the other hand this bench was a pure gold throne with diamonds encrusted in the sides.this bench had such a uninviting appearance but such a supreme status. However you could question if it was the bench that was significant or that particular area as there two more identical benches in the playground.one bench layed in front of the PE office and the other slouched against a white wall which faced the PE office but was more closer to the lunch hall.

Our bench kneel-ed in top center of the playground you was able to view everything from this spot,you was able to see the teachers coming and warn each other to hide our snacks and phones. you was able to see the confrontations between the year 7’s and peep in on peoples conversations.

Not being on the bench didn’t mean u was ‘up there’ but it meant you had no or power in anything,the bench was your weapon,your watch-mark, the bench you and you was the bench.

The bench became a part of me.
If i entered the playground to witness someone sitting in my spot it was a sign of disrespect. i would automatically dismiss the physical appearance and focus on the power behind it.

Sitting on the bench then became a mental thing, i began developing a bench in my mind and would put it in all situations. Due to the bench being so supreme in my mind i would feel that i was always alright and would dismiss the truth like the benches looks.

I was changing, through my eyes this golden throne was a defaced bench like how i saw it when i first entered ln
London nautical.i began to question my self ‘what is there to be proud about?’ Will this bench help me reach places in life? Pass my gcse’s?.