04-04-2008, 12:21 AM
2nd story I've made, since Today has been finished after 3 chapters.
ENDING
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I stare at the whiteboard.
The teacher is working at his computer.
He asks a question.
"Why are you not doing your test?"
"I am. You want us to be mindless robots? Why not?
Why are we doing a test anyway? To be judged on how good we are at math with some dumb numbers? Ever thought of it?"
"Get the heck out of here, now."
"I won't budge."
"Yes you will."
"Why sho.."
"GET OUT!"
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I am staring at a poster in the principal's office.
"What caused you to do this?"
"Why do you think all the kids are dropping out in the high school level?"
"Because it's their faul..."
"No, it's the school's fault. They're the ones that fail the kids, they're the ones that pass out the worthless tests. They're the ones."
"I respect your opinion."
"If you respect my opinion, why am I here in the first place?"
ARC
With a swipe of the principal's pen on the paper, i'm gone.
Banished.
Done.
Lost.
For three days.
Arn't opinions dangerous things.
SLEEP
I am back from being gone.
Banished.
Done.
Lost.
For three days.
I am wearing a white shirt with nothing on it.
I am a person with no expression.
I do not talk.
I do not fear.
They need me.
To fear.
To exile out.
To be out.
To not be.
To out.
To.
SLANDER AND LIBEL
There's nothing to do.
I stare at the desk of mine.
Mine.
Or the school's.
That is.
It is wood.
Written all over.
Covered with paint that makes the desk look woody.
it is not wood.
It is fake.
It is the example of beings not being.
Not being here.
Looking like they are being.
The teacher asks a question.
"Why are you staring at the desk at not at your paper? You don't want to end up with a situation like last time."
Last time?
BRIDGE
I am walking through the hallway.
Jazzy saxophone.
Through the band hall doors.
I can hear.
They are playing a song.
The bridge is coming up.
Crash.
Boom.
Bang.
End.
I walk through the hallway.
Screams of teachers from the classrooms.
Louder than bombs.
All is well.
ELSE
I sit in class.
I stare.
I know.
I have heard everything I hear now.
The TV screen is a colorful video of Japan.
I know.
Perfect.
I sit in class.
I stare.
I know.
I have heard everything I hear now.
Do not forget.
Listen.
SOMETIMES
Ending of the hour.
Class 4 begins. Science. Microbiolgy.
Microrganisms.
Seen with mircoscopes.
Great.
What else.
BEING
Lunch. Cafe.
I grab a burger and a apple with water.
Tasty.
I am now in Class 5.
Art. Today we are learning about photography.
We make pin hole cameras. Take photos. Show.
Many photos I see look good. Nice detail, some sharp. Others soft focus. Better than most days.
NEXT
Class 6, last class. Math.
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I stare at the whiteboard.
The teacher is working at his computer.
He asks a question.
"Why are you not doing your test?"
"I am. You want us to be mindless robots? Why not?
Why are we doing a test anyway? To be judged on how good we are at math with some dumb numbers? Ever thought of it?"
"Get the heck out of here, now."
"I won't budge."
"Yes you will."
"Why sho.."
"GET OUT!"
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I am staring at a poster in the principal's office.
"What caused you to do this?"
"Why do you think all the kids are dropping out in the high school level?"
"Because it's their faul..."
"No, it's the school's fault. They're the ones that fail the kids, they're the ones that pass out the worthless tests. They're the ones."
"I respect your opinion."
"If you respect my opinion, why am I here in the first place?"
ENDING
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I stare at the whiteboard.
The teacher is working at his computer.
He asks a question.
"Why are you not doing your test?"
"I am. You want us to be mindless robots? Why not?
Why are we doing a test anyway? To be judged on how good we are at math with some dumb numbers? Ever thought of it?"
"Get the heck out of here, now."
"I won't budge."
"Yes you will."
"Why sho.."
"GET OUT!"
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I am staring at a poster in the principal's office.
"What caused you to do this?"
"Why do you think all the kids are dropping out in the high school level?"
"Because it's their faul..."
"No, it's the school's fault. They're the ones that fail the kids, they're the ones that pass out the worthless tests. They're the ones."
"I respect your opinion."
"If you respect my opinion, why am I here in the first place?"
ARC
With a swipe of the principal's pen on the paper, i'm gone.
Banished.
Done.
Lost.
For three days.
Arn't opinions dangerous things.
SLEEP
I am back from being gone.
Banished.
Done.
Lost.
For three days.
I am wearing a white shirt with nothing on it.
I am a person with no expression.
I do not talk.
I do not fear.
They need me.
To fear.
To exile out.
To be out.
To not be.
To out.
To.
SLANDER AND LIBEL
There's nothing to do.
I stare at the desk of mine.
Mine.
Or the school's.
That is.
It is wood.
Written all over.
Covered with paint that makes the desk look woody.
it is not wood.
It is fake.
It is the example of beings not being.
Not being here.
Looking like they are being.
The teacher asks a question.
"Why are you staring at the desk at not at your paper? You don't want to end up with a situation like last time."
Last time?
BRIDGE
I am walking through the hallway.
Jazzy saxophone.
Through the band hall doors.
I can hear.
They are playing a song.
The bridge is coming up.
Crash.
Boom.
Bang.
End.
I walk through the hallway.
Screams of teachers from the classrooms.
Louder than bombs.
All is well.
ELSE
I sit in class.
I stare.
I know.
I have heard everything I hear now.
The TV screen is a colorful video of Japan.
I know.
Perfect.
I sit in class.
I stare.
I know.
I have heard everything I hear now.
Do not forget.
Listen.
SOMETIMES
Ending of the hour.
Class 4 begins. Science. Microbiolgy.
Microrganisms.
Seen with mircoscopes.
Great.
What else.
BEING
Lunch. Cafe.
I grab a burger and a apple with water.
Tasty.
I am now in Class 5.
Art. Today we are learning about photography.
We make pin hole cameras. Take photos. Show.
Many photos I see look good. Nice detail, some sharp. Others soft focus. Better than most days.
NEXT
Class 6, last class. Math.
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I stare at the whiteboard.
The teacher is working at his computer.
He asks a question.
"Why are you not doing your test?"
"I am. You want us to be mindless robots? Why not?
Why are we doing a test anyway? To be judged on how good we are at math with some dumb numbers? Ever thought of it?"
"Get the heck out of here, now."
"I won't budge."
"Yes you will."
"Why sho.."
"GET OUT!"
I sit.
I stare.
I do nothing.
I am staring at a poster in the principal's office.
"What caused you to do this?"
"Why do you think all the kids are dropping out in the high school level?"
"Because it's their faul..."
"No, it's the school's fault. They're the ones that fail the kids, they're the ones that pass out the worthless tests. They're the ones."
"I respect your opinion."
"If you respect my opinion, why am I here in the first place?"