Here is a small peice of a story I wrote
woke up to the screeching buzz of my ten year old alarm clock, telling me to wake up to another pointless day. How long could this go on? What was the point of going to school, day after day, if my grades were horrible, my teachers hated me, and I had no friends? I've always said my life was destined to be a useless pit of nothingness. My mother always told me I was being dramatic and ridiculous, but I thought it was quite accurate. I sat up in bed and stared out my window, at the giant tree that was my only purpose in life. It was the only reason I got up in the morning. The only reason I ate, slept, did my schoolwork and my chores. Without it, there's a good chance I wouldn't last until morning.
Why? Because every day after school I went outside and sat at the very top of that tree, and stared out at the cityscape for hours on end. It was much older then me, and it was rotting. My mother said I shouldn't be climbing it anymore, afraid it would snap under my wait, I supposed. But I just waited until she left for work and climbed it's many branchs to the top again, I wasn't sure if she knew or not.
Today was a saturday, and my mother dad work at the office until midnight. I was safe to run out and climb up as soon as she left.
I pulled on a pair of old, trashed jeans and a tshirt, and open my bedroom door. "Mom?" I called. No reply. "Mom. you here?" I called again. Nothing. I rushed out the door and checked the living room to make sure she wasn't there. No one in sight. I had the house to myself, and I was ready to climb to the top of my tree.
WHat do you think? Comments? Critiques? Bring it on.
woke up to the screeching buzz of my ten year old alarm clock, telling me to wake up to another pointless day. How long could this go on? What was the point of going to school, day after day, if my grades were horrible, my teachers hated me, and I had no friends? I've always said my life was destined to be a useless pit of nothingness. My mother always told me I was being dramatic and ridiculous, but I thought it was quite accurate. I sat up in bed and stared out my window, at the giant tree that was my only purpose in life. It was the only reason I got up in the morning. The only reason I ate, slept, did my schoolwork and my chores. Without it, there's a good chance I wouldn't last until morning.
Why? Because every day after school I went outside and sat at the very top of that tree, and stared out at the cityscape for hours on end. It was much older then me, and it was rotting. My mother said I shouldn't be climbing it anymore, afraid it would snap under my wait, I supposed. But I just waited until she left for work and climbed it's many branchs to the top again, I wasn't sure if she knew or not.
Today was a saturday, and my mother dad work at the office until midnight. I was safe to run out and climb up as soon as she left.
I pulled on a pair of old, trashed jeans and a tshirt, and open my bedroom door. "Mom?" I called. No reply. "Mom. you here?" I called again. Nothing. I rushed out the door and checked the living room to make sure she wasn't there. No one in sight. I had the house to myself, and I was ready to climb to the top of my tree.
WHat do you think? Comments? Critiques? Bring it on.