Entry 1
I looked at my watch, 12:08, then stood up, and made my way towards the front of the room. As I was walking, I could feel their eager eyes drilling into the back of my head, waiting for something to happen, begging me to make a mistake. With the beat of my heart pounding frantically against my chest, I could feel the blood circulating through my veins as I took my place behind the podium. I tried moving my tongue, but the inside of my mouth felt like the scorching deserts of the Sahara with not a single drop of liquid. I tried clearing my throat, but it came out in gasps as if somebody were holding a clenched fist around my throat. I heard several mumbles from the crowd seated before me. What were they mumbling about? Was something stuck in-between my teeth? Could it be my hair that had aroused them? Perhaps they had noticed the stain on the left sleeve of my shirt? A thousand questions came popping into my mind and I could feel the blood rushing towards my head in an effort to give it more room to breathe, quickly transforming it into a red tomato. I glanced at the clock; only twenty-three seconds had passed since I had entered this living nightmare. I then stared down at the trembling note cards in my hands. I suddenly felt dizzy and could sense the pungent taste of vomit building in the back of my throat. My mind had begun to collapse and the walls started caving in as everything grew darker and darker until all I could see was the glowing emergency exit sign in the back of the room. At that moment I felt my head drop and slam into the podium before my body crumbled to the floor. I remember hearing somebody scream, and the feeling of the ground vibrating underneath me from the stomping of feet as the crowd rushed to my aid.
Entry 2
Hi. My name is Brian, but usually people call me the “Brain”. This is mostly because of my extensive use of complicated vocabulary, but also the fact that I am really really smart. I don’t pride myself in my intelligence; in fact, I despise it. I have come to the conclusion that high school wasn’t made for smart people, because as I walk through the halls each day all I see is a battlefield where the good guys like me appear smack-dab in the middle, running for our lives with our heads bent low and anybody that falls behind or nudges from the group will get torn to shreds by the mindless beasts that roam this arena, that thrive off our innocence. As you may have already noticed, this is not a very wonderful moment of my life even though I have a 4.2 GPA and have never skipped a day of school in my life, but I assure you, everything is about to change. Before this moment everything in my life had reason and a purpose and radical things like drugs and sex had never even crossed my mind, in fact, I’ve never even had a girlfriend, coming up with the conclusion that I think, and therefore I am single.
Entry 3
After I had regained consciousness, I tried recuperating my memory, but only received fragments of voices and faces and then the overwhelming sirens that still pound in my ears as I lay on a bed in a white room filled with ugly instruments. A man walked in dressed in a blue outfit and spectacles, asking me if I was alright. Was he insane? I was laying there with some contraption bound to my head and had tubes attached to almost every part of my body like I was fucking Frankenstein, of course I wasn't alright! I tried yelling at him, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a weird noise that sounded gibberish. I began to panic and tried to move my arms and legs, but I couldn’t feel anything below my neck, yet I still sensed the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped down air in my panicked frenzy. I looked at the man in the blue outfit on my left, but he was busy tapping at an instrument ending with a resounding “click”. As soon as he had ended a yellow liquid came oozing down the tubes that were connected to my body which I had lost all control of, so I watched in agony as the liquid filled the tubes and entered my body. I instantly noticed that my chest had begun to slow down, yet my mind was going crazy with a series of thoughts that all had to do with one questions: “What the fuck is going on?!” With that last though, I blacked out.
I looked at my watch, 12:08, then stood up, and made my way towards the front of the room. As I was walking, I could feel their eager eyes drilling into the back of my head, waiting for something to happen, begging me to make a mistake. With the beat of my heart pounding frantically against my chest, I could feel the blood circulating through my veins as I took my place behind the podium. I tried moving my tongue, but the inside of my mouth felt like the scorching deserts of the Sahara with not a single drop of liquid. I tried clearing my throat, but it came out in gasps as if somebody were holding a clenched fist around my throat. I heard several mumbles from the crowd seated before me. What were they mumbling about? Was something stuck in-between my teeth? Could it be my hair that had aroused them? Perhaps they had noticed the stain on the left sleeve of my shirt? A thousand questions came popping into my mind and I could feel the blood rushing towards my head in an effort to give it more room to breathe, quickly transforming it into a red tomato. I glanced at the clock; only twenty-three seconds had passed since I had entered this living nightmare. I then stared down at the trembling note cards in my hands. I suddenly felt dizzy and could sense the pungent taste of vomit building in the back of my throat. My mind had begun to collapse and the walls started caving in as everything grew darker and darker until all I could see was the glowing emergency exit sign in the back of the room. At that moment I felt my head drop and slam into the podium before my body crumbled to the floor. I remember hearing somebody scream, and the feeling of the ground vibrating underneath me from the stomping of feet as the crowd rushed to my aid.
Entry 2
Hi. My name is Brian, but usually people call me the “Brain”. This is mostly because of my extensive use of complicated vocabulary, but also the fact that I am really really smart. I don’t pride myself in my intelligence; in fact, I despise it. I have come to the conclusion that high school wasn’t made for smart people, because as I walk through the halls each day all I see is a battlefield where the good guys like me appear smack-dab in the middle, running for our lives with our heads bent low and anybody that falls behind or nudges from the group will get torn to shreds by the mindless beasts that roam this arena, that thrive off our innocence. As you may have already noticed, this is not a very wonderful moment of my life even though I have a 4.2 GPA and have never skipped a day of school in my life, but I assure you, everything is about to change. Before this moment everything in my life had reason and a purpose and radical things like drugs and sex had never even crossed my mind, in fact, I’ve never even had a girlfriend, coming up with the conclusion that I think, and therefore I am single.
Entry 3
After I had regained consciousness, I tried recuperating my memory, but only received fragments of voices and faces and then the overwhelming sirens that still pound in my ears as I lay on a bed in a white room filled with ugly instruments. A man walked in dressed in a blue outfit and spectacles, asking me if I was alright. Was he insane? I was laying there with some contraption bound to my head and had tubes attached to almost every part of my body like I was fucking Frankenstein, of course I wasn't alright! I tried yelling at him, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a weird noise that sounded gibberish. I began to panic and tried to move my arms and legs, but I couldn’t feel anything below my neck, yet I still sensed the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped down air in my panicked frenzy. I looked at the man in the blue outfit on my left, but he was busy tapping at an instrument ending with a resounding “click”. As soon as he had ended a yellow liquid came oozing down the tubes that were connected to my body which I had lost all control of, so I watched in agony as the liquid filled the tubes and entered my body. I instantly noticed that my chest had begun to slow down, yet my mind was going crazy with a series of thoughts that all had to do with one questions: “What the fuck is going on?!” With that last though, I blacked out.
Alex, your writing is amazing. It was like I was in speech class all over again. I was able to easily relate to the stories and enjoyed them. I can't help but wondering if I hear a little personal story in #2...Great job. Good luck after PSEO! Blessings, angela k YA lit classmate
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