-30days- Day 9
Day 9 How you hope your future will be like.
Well, lots of Doctor Who, lots of concerts, lots of cats, and lots of love.
Honestly I don't really like to look too ahead into the future. Because the one day I've been waiting weeks and weeks upon arrives, and I look back and think 'wow I really didn't do anything special while waiting'. So live each day like your last, don't look back unless you're prepared to bring up regrets and burden yourself, and don't look incredibly into the future unless you honestly have nothing to live for tomorrow :3
S.C.H.O.O.L. -33-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective LibertyS.C.H.O.O.L. -33-6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Day 1.5 of Awaking
It whizzed past me. Down the hall. Under trolleys and alongside filing cabinets. Defying gravity, although I knew this was just basic elementary physics. And only one other person could know this was basic physics. And only one other person could have designed such a machine to do just this. But where?
I heard footsteps from down the hall in front of me. Shuffles. Someone tripped. Another shushed them and someone cursed under their breath. Vain attempts of being sneaky. The toy car came to a stop a ways away, and from around the corner appeared two people I’ve only seen in the halls and had the acquaintance of.
Short Round held the remote controller in his hand and moved the joy stick around. Beside him, Admin held a pocket-sized computer for video footage.
“…or maybe the batteries just died, I mean there are a number of explanations why it could be acting up. The car probably has a short
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Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
S.C.H.O.O.L. -18-Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives. SCHOOL.S.C.H.O.O.L. -18-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again, it was a drowsy day but this time it was in Social Studies. I (Soci) have the joy of spending 55 minutes of history in the basement of my six-floor school. Just as Sir Monotone was explaining for the fifteenth time how the congregation works, a knock was heard at the door. The un-nicknamed vice high principal walks in, and asks Sir Monotone if he could have a word in private.
As expected, the class explodes as soon as the door is closed. Why this is a fad that has yet to burn out with age is anyone's guess, but as soon as it does, I, for one, will be quite relieved. Unlike younger classes, as soon as the teacher returned a particular hush would naturally fall over this class as if the paper balls across the floor weren't evidence enough.
"Hot Shot you don't look so good." I heard a voice from across the room. I turned to see said person, and immediately wished I hadn't. His face was much more pale than usual, and his eyes were blood
The Perfect Stranger A man came to the door that night. To me and my father, he was a stranger. My mother, however, seemed to recognize him almost immediately. It was right at the moment that Steve Smith was announcing a severe thunderstorm watch. When my mother saw the man at the door, I knew from the look in her eyes that something was wrong. Since we lived in the 'most-commonly-stormed' city of the U.S, I'm sure it wasn't the storm watch that terrified her. She slowly got up, shaking, and answered the door.The Perfect Stranger3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I heard small chatter, but no sooner had they started when I felt something strong hit the back of my head. It was all a bit of a blur after that; I had gotten in the way of father's crossfire again. Between black spots I saw mother yell at him, which was followed by a loud smack. I felt dizzy and lightheaded; similar to what a drunk might feel like. So why, in a state of grogginess, would you ever have the urge to hit someone? I heard my na
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I. To See the Light
Walking along the shore of the sea,
I looked at all the sights right there in front of me;
So many things to see
So many places to be;
The sea was so far from me below, way down into the ground;
When I called, my voice in an echo would soon resound;
There was no one else around me,
No one in sight
Just one soul all alone
To reflect on God's great might;
As I went, I looked through caves and caverns,
Feeling the breeze against my back
I found a book, bound by many leather straps;
In curiosity, I opened its bindings, seeing its pages tinted with age
With great care I opened up the first page;
It was a bible, at least one of some kind,
But although I went to church whenever possible
The words in it were something never before set in my mind;
I thought I should have heard each of these stories before
Yet they were all new, different in so many ways;
They shook me to the core
In so many different ways;
Jesus, the Son of God who
S.C.H.O.O.L -19-Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives SCHOOLS.C.H.O.O.L -19-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I walked down the ramp, straight into the band room like I did only a few hours ago. It really was surprising how fast the infection spread; from one person to two, and from two to three hundred and eighty four. Really I had no idea who started it Then it hit me; the realization that this was the end. The world was on its last breath.
"'Kay guys, I think we're fairly safe down here " said Wheat, walking past my mortified body.
"Yeah, tell that to the seven hundred zombies walking around the middle school's cafeteria," Mozart said sarcastically. Digi walked over to the back of the band room and picked up the cowbell from the shelf. Oddly enough, the band room seemed to be the only room still intact. Both music stands and odd red chairs were still in rows. They were odd because of the angle they were made; just in the most uncomfortable way so that if you sit in any reasonably relaxing way, you slide down. Their purpose was to make
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My mind is on. I felt the wires running through my brain spark to life, sending electricity down my spine and igniting every circuit running through my arms. Arm. One arm was whirring, gears turning and lights blinking. That’s only what my mind told me, as if everything contained in my cranium was the fastest high speed computer in the world. As if I could see everything without my eyes.
My eyes flickered open, making noises in my head like camera lenses flexing. Everything was high definition; I could see the buildings and trees that were over 100 meters away. I felt myself zoom in even closer after that, and had to close my eyes because my stomach told me I was going to be sick. There were no spots behind my eyes. No red hues or anything that indicated ‘eye lids’. Rather, there was only darkness, with some green lines and lights that resonated with my head as ‘good’. Everything was of good stat
S.C.H.O.O.L. -20-Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives SCHOOLS.C.H.O.O.L. -20-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The corner grocery store that Wheat had sent us to was a Redi-Mart. Usually it was run by a lovely Asian couple, but by the time everyone got there, there was no sight of the owners. Franklin explained that the shop was closed when him, Goon, and Phan got there, and that Mr and Mrs Redi were nowhere to be seen. When asked how they got into the shop in the first place, Franklin shrugged and pointed at Goon. "He let us in."
Redi-Mart was not exactly a Superstore. It was small, but seemed to have anything and everything. However, a group of nine people was quite the issue. The day before, we had ran (and limped) to the back door of Redi and quickly escaped inside. We were hardly bothered by the undead, which was surprising. I guessed that they were busy running after better, more interesting people. Such as the entire seventh grade.
That night was cramped, cold, and awkward in a lot of ways. Mozart slept in a corner, alone, going through anothe
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Unsocial as ever, Handlebar immediately retrieved his headphones at the sound of me starting a live SCHOOL.
Which is fine. So fine. Whatever.
Franklin : Oh COME ON
They are playing cheat on a pillow close to the back of the bus.
Einstein : WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A FIIIIIIIIVE
I’m unaware of who is winning at this moment, though judging by the crowd’s facade, my guess is that it would be Admin. I, Soci, haven’t the time for their frivolous activities, and instead wasted the majority of the last three hours playing 2048.
As Phan approaches my perch, Handlebar shushes her and proclaims ‘It’s live.’
Phan giggles and jumps into the fray of cheat.
We have been sitting on a bus for the past four and a half hours. In that time, we have watched one movie and have grown disgruntled over a stupid ipod app called 2048 – the game from Hell. As usual, everyone is tame. Locker Buddy is playing Mario Kart, Mozart is
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So I (Sot) get into the school through the pouring rain and fumbled with my stubborn lock. I really don't like it. Not that it's a poor lock, it's just difficult. It doesn't like me, and I don't like it. Artist always laughs at me when I argue with it. Perhaps its stubbornness has something to do with me forgetting the combination... anyways.
Handlebar's in my homeroom, which means his lockers close to mine. Poor guy. See, I would love to meet myself for the first time, because I honestly have no first impressions of myself. No one's ever told me about their first impression of me, and, frankly, when I look into the mirror, nothing comes to mind. It doesn't look like I would be someone as eccentric as myself... But this isn't about me. Oh no, this is about how high school can kiss the floor while I walk over its face with my soccer cleats.
I met a few people today, such as everyone on my list. I met Wheat properly