It's just past midnight. I'm tired and hungry, but I have to get these two research papers done. They're ten to fifteen page long papers. They're also due tomorrow. I finally signed up for some of my classes. I Got into multivariable calculus class, an intro to sociology class, and an intro to psych class. Take a guess as which one's going to be easy and which one's going to be near impossible. my other two classes I signed up for are and Intro Chem class and a 311 creative writing fiction. I need to take an intro to creative writing class to get into the course, but my english professor recommended this class to me and the professor for the course decided to give me a chance of getting in by submitting a work of fiction in.
Appearently one of the guys I hang out with is in the writing center and another one has taken the class before. Now that's luck. Appearently the professor hates fantasy writing so I had to ditch my idea of submitting the intro and the first chapter of -The Eternal-. So I had to come up with some realistic fiction work. Luckily I had written something like that before. Luck, right? It gets better. So I written two pieces, one about an apathetic high school student who dread being there, and a gangster who got caught up in a chase scene. I'll post them here at the end of my post. What i'm doing is i'm gunna try to submit both of them in, and if I can't then i'll just submit in the one about the high school student.
I really think everything really is going to work out now. I know all I need to know now. My life is amazing. It just got tons better, and I can make it even more better. Well, the academics kinda made my life kinda [poop]y. But I can tough it out. Tomorrow, wait, that's today, So, Today, i'll do what i can to finish these [deity][darn]ed papers!
Well, that's it for now, next week's final week, so I probably wont be on here much during that time. Oh well. I mean, after doing 16 essays within the past four days and these two research papers, I'm ready to just call it done. And i'm not exagerating, i'm more like understating the fact. Robert said that I've done more work than he ever did in his entire time here. I feel so sad. But this is kinda what I had coming. I've got to stop procrastinating. Like I am right now. Wow. Well, here's the stories. Read and enjoy!~
-The Differences in our Lives
Another day of high school. I never really liked high school. I can’t seem to get along with everyone else, but I have to go, my mother makes me. Here I am, waiting in front of the bus stop; waiting for the bus to come. Just waiting. It is dead middle of Winter, in the cold city of Portland in the great state of Maine. The temperature is freezing. If I were to spit, the spit would freeze before it hit that ground. I gaze down the streets, looking for the bus. I could barely make out the yellow colored vehicle that just happened to be my bus. I would smile at this point, but I was too cold to actually move my facial muscles.
I step onto the bus. The bus driver, who was a big man of English descent with a decent amount of extra baggage in his fifties and a great beard, looks at me, grunts, and close the door as soon as I get in. Before I even had the chance to get in my seat, the bus starts moving and I nearly lost my balance. It has been like this for about three years now. I settle down into my seat and waited for the bus to arrive at school. The bus kept pulling over to the sidewalk to pick up more students. I knew everyone, but only by name. They all sat down and started conversing on the bus. Everyone but me. I kept waiting; listening to the senseless chatter of the people there. Sometimes they talk openly about what they did last night or about their classes, other times they talk about secretive things that they didn’t want a certain person to know. I didn’t care what they say, but it was a way to kill the time before arriving at school.
I rubbed the condensation on my window so I could see through it. We were getting near school. I put on my backpack and sat up, waiting for the bus to stop. Slowly the bus approached the school, drove into the bus lane and came to a stop. The doors to the bus opened and the students began to file outside of the bus and into the school. I walked out of the bus, into the freezing snow, and looked up at our school. Our school was a three story building with an underground floor. Instead of being made with red bricks, the brick were tanned colored, which I always thought was weird. I hurriedly walked into the school trying to get out of the snow as soon as I can. Upon entering the school, I walked down the hallway, the pinkish and off white tiled flooring. I headed up to the library to do some studying before my classes.
On my way to the library I looked out the window and saw some man being chased by another man. Looks like another chase scene. Suddenly the man who is running after the other man pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the chased. Oh, must be another one of those gangster shootings. I thought to my myself. In this town, there’s these gun fights all the time, I could have gone to a different high school, but I heard that there’s gun fights there too. I guess in the end, I didn’t care and went with whatever my parents wanted me to attend.
I enter the library and I looked around for a good place to sit down. The library had a light-maroon colored carpet and wooden walls that started from the ground to halfway up the wall. The other half was concrete. I found a comfortable corner and I took off my winter jacket and placed it into the corner along with my backpack. I began to go through the books in the library and picked one up. It was titled, ”Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844” by Karl Marx. I’ve heard the name before but I never really knew what he did. I opened up the book and began reading it. I didn’t seem to care, but at least it helped pass the time.
-Calamity’s Reach
“Bang!” I hear a gunshot from behind me. It is too dangerous on the road. I run down the barely moonlit street, and turn the corner. I stop for a few seconds to catch my breath. “Where’d he go?” I hear a male voice from the distance. They are close. “I think he turned the corner there!” I hear another man speak. I began running again, trying to get away; trying to live long enough to get out of this mess. I don’t know where I was going, all I know is that I have to keep running.
Soon I came upon an old construction site. It is too dark out for me to know where I am going. I could hear the running footsteps rapidly approaching. I have to find a place to hide. I wander around this old place. There are walls and the building itself was almost finished. I ran up to the second floor and I notice that there was no ceiling, since the second floor was not yet finished. As quietly as I can, I entered a room and hid there. It was dark, but the absence of the moonlight in this room made it hard to see.
Why am I being chased by these guys? Well, I was sent by my gang leader to spy on the Shining Monkeys gang to see what they were up to. We were the Spirit Walkers and the Shining Monkeys were our rival gangs and we hated each other. This hatred has stemmed from the break up of the former gang, the Z-Syndicate. The leader of the Z-Syndicate died and there was a struggle for power. The gang broke up into what is now the Spirit Walkers and the Shining Monkeys. They took out both my brothers and put down plenty of our own gang members. I was spying on them, listening on their next plan when I accidentally messed up and activated an alarm.
I heard a ‘bang!’, but this isn’t a gun. They are here, it has to be them. They are kicking down doors and looking in the rooms. I hid behind a desk that was left in a corner of the room. I pull out my Smith & Wesson 9mm semi-auto and I load it. I hid under the desk and I wait. I begin to sweat tremendously. I don’t think I’ll make it out here tonight. I hear my door kick open. My heart begins to pound. The footsteps got closer and closer. I grasp onto my gun tightly. There is at least three of them, I can tell from the footsteps.
I know they are coming. I see legs walk past me. Looks like they passed me. Then I hear a voice “Hey, check under the desk, he might be there!” Damn it! I thought to myself, They got me. I point my gun to where I think the person’s head is going to show up. Le looks under and sees me, I pull the trigger. A loud “Bang!” rang throughout the room. The body drops back and hit the ground. My heart beating, pulsating throughout my body. I know if I stay here, I will die. I crawl out and I hear yelling from the other gangsters. I point and fire in their direction and they fire back. It felt as if sharp burning thorns going into me. “Ah!” I scream in pain. Trying to keep my self together, I back up against the wall and I take aim at the other gangsters and I shoot them down. By now everyone in the building would have heard that gun fight.
I lean against the wall and I slide down to the ground. These spikes of pain that writhe through me. I grab my wounds, I can’t stand the pain. Where did I get shot? I run my left hand down my body. Right here, they got me right in the heart. “Hahah…I messed up.” I say to myself. I keep breathing, trying to stay alive. Despite the fact that I know I can’t. I see two more shadowy figures approach. I hear a voice “This is what you get for messing with the Shining Monkeys!” as the figure pulls something out. I feel something cold and hard up against my head. This is it. I think to myself, Well, at least, I’ll be able to be with my brothers again. Trigger pulls, a loud “BANG” ensued. All went black.
