"He arrived home at 3am. It was Friday night and, as usual, he had gone to a disco with some friends. He was feeling tired and, now that the alcohol’s effect had worn off, the feeling of frustration was taking over again. He still couldn’t believe his girlfriend had broken up with him that morning. They had been together for three years and now everything was over! He went directly to his bedroom, intending to get some sleep…but couldn’t. The fragrance of her perfume was still on the room or…maybe it was just his imagination. He glanced at her picture, but…no! He had to go somewhere else. That bedroom was full of her.
He poured a drink and lit a cigarette on his way to the living-room. The bottle of Cutty Sark his brother offered last Christmas was almost empty. Tomorrow he would go to a liquor store nearby to buy another one…maybe two... He sat down on the sofa, turned the TV on and zapped through the channels. Nothing interesting was on, so MTV seemed to be the best option. The glass of whisky kept his attention while some more moments spent with her went through his mind: the day he met her, the night they first kissed…he had to stop thinking about her! The cigarette was finished, so he lit another one. It kept him calm and relaxed. In the mean time, he swallowed some more drink. The drink slowly took the edge of his sadness.
The phone rang. Who could it be at that hour? He didn’t feel like talking to anyone, but…it could be her! He decided to get up and walk toward it. That phone ring was so annoying! The nervousness was consuming him while approaching the phone. He picked it up…a familiar voice on the other side… his mother worried because he didn’t call as he used to do every day. She had called time and time again that evening. He said he was sorry, but had completely forgotten. Actually, could he go sleep at mum and dad’s? Because he was feeling very lonely. His mother agreed immediately. He put a coat on and grabbed the car keys.
He opened the door and closed it violently. After locking it up, entered the car, turned on the radio and looked for the hardest music he could find. He stepped on the accelerator and arrived at his parents’ in five minutes. No one better than his mother to comfort him on a moment like that."

This is a composition I wrote in British Council about 5 years ago. This weekend, while cleaning, I found them.
I decided to transcribe them to the computer, so that I don't lose it. I'll also post some here.