A small peice of my narrative draft

I'm obviously not proud of this, I've not been doing my best work recently. This is a small part of my narrative draft. I've not finished the full draft, so be expecting that in about a week. It's rather angsty, I'm not sorry. I know this has literally no context at all, but it will make sense soon (I hope) If you have any suggestions on how to change it please comment! I enjoy reading constructive criticism. It is just a draft so please don't be too harsh, lol.

Whenever I had to go out I was met with at least four people’s disappearance. Nobody seemed to notice the small raven-haired child screaming on the street. That discovery was hard on me, knowing I was ending people’s lives really took its toll. I was weak, physically and mentally. I was afraid to go out. My mind had aged thousands of years beyond what it was. I barely ate anymore, I hardly ever slept, I was depressed. At night my mind racing with thousands of horrific thoughts. It was poison, I poisoned myself continuously, I tried telling myself that it wasn't my fault. But the demons always won that fight My hair would stick up from tossing and turning all night. But for once, my bedraggled appearance was the least of my worries.

Frozen Climates can Kill

This is the story I've been working on for school. We challenged ourselves to write about adventures in a frozen climate. It's about two 'animals rescuers or vets' of sorts, they're doing a 'mission' on animals that live in a freezing climate, I couldn't find a way to portray the character the way I wanted. It's incredibly short, also quite rushed and unedited. This is honestly the worst quality writing I think I've done in years, I'm not proud of it at all. But anyways, tell me what you think and anyway I could improve.
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Dramatic sweeps of ice rushing in breathtaking curves. Curling around melting rivers in impossible arcs.

It’s beautiful, to say the least. So unbelievable that words fail me. It seems worlds apart from anything I’ve ever seen in my entire life. So alien, so piercingly cold, so stupefying. Wavy landscapes littered with high peaks and low dents. Everything coming together to form this perfectly imperfect planet of staggering ice. So alluring and captive, pulling everything in and correcting its flaws. I stand, breathless staring over the landscape below me. I’m awestruck, a look of pure admiration on my face.

“So the resident grump has finally found something he likes,” A jovial voice says from behind me.

I scowl and stalk off, hands in my pockets. The man behind me just laughs and follows.

Comfortable silence envelopes us,

“So what’s so special about this polar bear?” I ask, professionalism lacing my voice.

“She’s recently been abandoned by her mother, she’s also experiencing some trauma with all the ice melting”

His face turns serious, wiped the smile. We continue to walk,

“Did she fall in or something?”

“Yeah, we found her dripping wet and in an almost in hypothermic shock” His eyes are downcast.

He must really sympathise with the bear, “Well she’s in good hands now!” He exclaims excitedly. I scoff,

my breath rising in clouds.

“Of course she is, our team is the best of the best” I mutter

“Awww, do you actually think that we're a team?” He teases

“What?! No! Shut up!” I huff. His seal bark laugh echoing across the open plane.

They walk in companionable silence.

A high pitched wail breaks their lazy small talk.

“What the hell was that?!” I yell

“I’m not sure,” He replies, already sprinting toward the sound. I’m immediately behind him.

Our bodies reacting before our brains. I see high spikes of ice surrounding a small area like a cage,

he carefully removes a small portion of it to get inside. He slips through the window and out of sight.

“It's a baby seal!” He yells from the depth of the ice prison “It’s trapped under some fallen ice”

I can hear him shifting around and talking to the animal in hushed tones.

There's a rumble, a low sound that would go unnoticed to the untrained ear. My heart leaps out of my chest.

“WATCH OUT!” I yell, he turns around his eyes wide with shock. I grab his arm and pull.

Thousands of icicles rained upon his friend skimming off his arms. I

somehow manage to pull him through the small hole. He rolls over on the ice, revealing

a small baby seal in his arms, a huge grin on his stupid face.

“You idiot” I scoff, secretly happy he didn’t die.

“Well, that was interesting,” He said, sitting up and cradling the small animal. I hold out one hand and yank

him off the ground.

“Thanks” He laughs, awkwardly, his free hand running through his hair. The seal is silent,

probably shocked by the ordeal

“Are you hurt?” I say, scowling.

“Nope!” He exclaims.

“What about the seal?”

“We’ll see when we get back, but from what I can see no serious inquiries”

“That was really stupid, going in there without checking the condition of the ice”

“I know,” He says sheepishly. I scoff once again, and grab his wrist, pulling him forward. We

continue to walk back. Those two idiots were really lucky to make it out of
that situation without serious injuries.

Dialouge Practice

Chris looked up from the map over his glasses at his brother, “Christ, Jay. Is it necessary to make thirteen stops?”

“Yes,” Jay said without looking up from the tv screen.

“It’s only a two-day trip!”

“And your point is?” Jay smirked. “If I'm going to be trapped in a car with you for two days I at least want to make some stops”

Chris let out an exasperated sigh and slumped face down on his suitcase.

“It’s gonna take forever to get to Brighton,” He whined.

“Shhh,” Jay answered standing up and shutting down his console.

“Can we at least negotiate on this matter?”

“No. So shut your mouth, dork.”

The younger boy slaps a hand to his forehead groaning “We’ve got four days until we need to be there-”

“Why’re we even going to this dude’s wedding?” Jay cuts off. Flopping down on the couch next to the redhead.

“He’s my best friend! I’m the best man!” He sits up, affronted.

“Geez man, what’s got your pants in a twist?” Jay lazily responded

“They're not-”

“I know, its coz’ you're hopelessly in love with a man who’s only ever seen you as a friend.” He snaps his fingers.

Chris gapes, mouth hanging open,  “Wa-no-Pfft, Where did you hear-” He stutters.

“Calm down, I was joking, You spatula” Jay laughs, opening his suitcase and tossing his gaming console inside haphazardly. The boy is still speechless, staring at the floor. Jay laughs again and scoops some clothes off the floor at random, dropping most of them in the process of dumping into his suitcase. Chris stands up and picks up some bright red suspenders from the top of his brother’s ‘Packing’

“When are you planning on wearing these?” He says with a smirk

“At the wedding, Duh” Jay sarcastically replies, his gruff voice echoing off their walls.

Chris picks up a crumpled shirt, smoothing it out and folding it neatly,

“Here,” He said handing it to his brother.

“Thanks, nerd,” Jay says. Then dumps it unceremoniously into his rumpled suitcase. “Want a sandwich?”

“Uh, sure, thanks.” Jay stomps out of their small room. Chris starts folding and packing all of Jay’s stuff ‘correctly’ as he would say. Jay would call him a neat-freak or perfectionist. The redhead chuckles to himself in the silence of the room.

Jay returns, two sandwiches in hand.

“Should we go then?” Chris says, zipping up his brother’s bag and handing it to the taller boy.

“Sure” Jay replies, swinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the door.

“Wait! Do you even have everything?” Chris calls after him.

“Calm down, nerd. I’ve got everything I need, snacks, my phone, headphones and a charger, and my great looks.”

“Good,” The smaller boy nervously wrung his hands and distracted them by picking up his bag. They get into their small car.

“Shotgun!” Jay says running toward the passenger's seat. Chris climbs in and puts his seatbelt on.

“Wait! Did we lock the door?”

“Yes!” Jay says, throwing the keys at his little brother and reclining back.

“That wasn’t very nice…”

“Dammit, I sat on my bloody sandwich!”

Chris just laughs, pulling out of their driveway. “Brighton here we come!”

“Dork,” Jay mutters shoving the aux cord into his phone.

Quadrilaterals and Triangles

Last term we were focusing on geometry. This term we are continuing that unit. This is my work on Quadrilaterals and Triangles for the week. Do you know what makes something a Quadrilateral?