Just like last time, you'll find the actual story piece in the first comment underneath this post.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The next chapter.
I've broken this story up into small chapters, similar to the way James Patterson writes: small chapters that are as much as ten or fifteen pages in length, and as few as one. It works really really well as a plot device to keep the action moving, and it certainly worked well on me to keep my eyes glued to the page.
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I woke up that Monday morning to the alarm clock ringing obnoxiously loud in my ear. I smacked the snooze button so hard that it should have broke, but I’ve smacked it that hard every morning for the past I don’t know how many years, and the damned thing still works. I closed my eyes, only to have the stupid clock ring again, and it sounded even louder this time, but maybe that was just my being annoyed at the stupid machine.
I picked up the clock and chucked it against the far side of the room. The batteries fell out, silencing the clock for that morning. So slowly that you would think I was a sloth, I crawled out of my bed and went over to the bathroom. I turned the water on, and let the shower heat up.
Yep, a shower is pretty much the only thing that can wake me up in the morning. I’m so lazy that sometimes, after my shower I crawl right back into bed. Needless to say, I’ve been late to school a couple of times because I’m such a slug. But today wasn’t one of those lazy days. This day was going to suck: It was one of those stinking all-school assemblies, in which they pack all of the school’s five thousand-odd students into the gym like sardines in a tin can, and then keep us there for about an hour while we listen to some boring guy talk about something that none of us could possibly care less about. Oh well, at least I’ll have plenty of time to get stuff done while sitting there.
I stepped out the door, and walked over to school. I don’t live that far, maybe two or three blocks away from school. People have told me that it sucks because I technically can never leave school because it’s so close, but I don’t agree with them. It just lets me leave home ten minutes before school starts and still get there on time. I dashed onto the sidewalk, and narrowly avoided some crazy biker who decided to give me the bird for not getting out of his way, even though riding your bike on the sidewalk was against the law. Pondering this weird dilemma of people breaking the law and getting angry with law-abiding citizens, I started on my way to school.
At that time, I had no idea how crazy this day was going to be, or just how much it would affect the rest of my life.
(Sorry for the wall of text. Hope you enjoy!)
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