Write about a time you felt proud of yourself.

A time I was proud of myself was when I scored the winning goal of the National Cup Finals for Spurs in the 92nd minute. Being a striker is something I dreamed of since I first started playing football and to actually do it in such an important game was unreal.

The rush you get when you score any goal is just mad, but scoring a goal like that was just indescribable. From the moment I received the ball to when the opposing team kicked off again, was just a blur, but when that ball hit the back of the net, my face was probably priceless.

When we realized it had gone in, I just remember all my teammates jumping on me, even the players on the bench, my manager and the coach. To make us all winners was one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt and will be until the day I die. It was emotional to say the least.

Write a poem about justice.

Is this really justice?

I really don’t know

Sitting in my cell

Looking out the window

No shops, no roads

No people I can see

Only other prisoners

In the same position as me

Having flashbacks from court

When the judge finally said

Be prepared for the next

4 ½ years ahead

My head hung down

I was leaving my freedom behind

Nothing but my family

Was running through my mind

The bloke was an arsehole

Why couldn’t this be seen?

I just wanted him away from me

The horrible little fiend

Shouting and pointing in my face

Who did he think he was?

I should’ve stopped and thought about this

And put the world on pause

Instead the fight was finished

Before I even knew it