Student sample for assessment
Written by a Year 8 student in Carina, Queensland, Australia.
Marcus's mum wanted him to go straight home after school. She had been working double shifts at the hospital, and when he walked in without his younger brother, her face did something that made his chest tight. 'Where is Kai?' she asked. He was at soccer, Marcus said. With the team. The good team, the one that might take him somewhere. His little brother had started the season desperate to make the rep squad. Eight years old, and already he understood what it meant to be chosen. Mum had driven him to tryouts three times, worked around the hospital schedule, done the thing where you pretend you are not tired. When Kai made the team, she had cried. But his best friend Alex had been benched. Dropped from the regular squad for poor fitness. Alex had texted Marcus during lunch: 'I'm quitting.' Marcus knew Alex wasn't quitting—he was waiting for Marcus to say something. To call him. To tell him he was not just a fitness number. So Marcus found himself driving both directions at once. If he went home, Mum would relax—her shoulders would drop the way they only did when Kai was there and accounted for. If he went to Alex, he would save his friend from the decision that would echo through the whole of Year 9. Alex would not quit if Marcus turned up. Marcus knew this. He sat in his car outside the fields where Kai's training happened, watching his brother sprint through a drill. Kai had no idea Mum was at work worrying. He was just happy. Marcus's phone buzzed: a message from Mum. 'Coming home soon?' His phone buzzed again: Alex, sending the message Marcus could already read—'Still waiting.' Marcus thought about the word 'home'. For his mum, home was knowing both her boys were safe. For Alex, home was having someone who would choose him. And for Marcus, home was both and neither, impossible. He turned the ignition off. He sat in the quiet car and understood that whatever he did next, someone would be disappointed. Mum would wait. Alex would make his decision alone. Kai would finish his training and be driven home by someone else. And Marcus would be the person who chose one direction while looking back at the other. He put his phone away without answering either of them. Not yet. First, he sat in the quiet and let himself understand that he was not responsible for fixing this. Both people he loved had claims on him, and both claims were real. But the choice, finally, was his. That realisation didn't make it easier. It just made it his.