Chick flick alert! Well, not really. But still, if it veers into chick flick category, don't say I didn't warn you.
I've had this idea since November and never thought to put it down. Well now I am.
Story:
Hi, I'm an observer of everything. I'm shy and mousy and people just don't pay attention to me. I'm not complaining or anything, in fact, I love to observe. So here I am. Another day in my high school.
Oh! There's the bell. I see kids rushing everywhere and Ms Drew walks out.
Lipstick? Perfect. Coif? Perfect. Clothes? Perfect. If there was a teacher version of perfection, Ms Drew was it. She's still struggling to fit in, it's evident. She drinks out a "Best Teacher" mug which she obviously gifted to herself (new, never polished and still with the price tag sticker) and takes home piles of work, often others. I have seen your writing on my tests sometimes, and you don't teach me.
Jake skateboards past me. He's the supposed cool guy or something. He has issues, I know. Don't ask me how, I just do. His saggy pants, headphones, loud voice and attention to popular things tell that he's desperate to fit in and don't think, Jake, that those stiches that mean that you, or someone else, mended your clothes, aren't visible to me
Arlene stomps past in her grunge cargo pants and a metal sweatshirt. It's clear as day that she's got something going on, why else would she be in a bad mood?It's not family issues though. Or boy issues. Or school issues. She just wants to be a non-conformist and not like stuff anyone else does. I've heard strains of Taylor Swift from your earphones, Arlene.She's going about it the wrong way though. Ask me, I've observed people who don't fit in for years.
A gaggle of girls walk past. They look similar in their pink heels and matching bags, Vera Bradley, I think. It is Mean Girls day today for them, which meant pink. Yes, it is a Wednesday.
In class, Mr Ericman tries explaining the symbolism in An Allegory of A Cave, by Aristotle. It was quite fascinating, however the music girls behind me wouldn't stop singing to The Cave by Mumford and Sons. After listening carefully, they turned out to be an inspiration from An Allegory. I was obvious that they never knew. Mr Ericman struggles to teach. If he only was a little stricter.
In Algebra, Violet pretends not to know cubic equations. It is to impress Carl, but it is so clear that Carl liked smart Violet, not dumb Violet. And Violet is smart. Her calculations are almost at lightning speed. Violet, this is clichéd, but be who you are.
I realize the words "evident" and "clear" have cropped up quite frequently. Maybe that is not the case. Maybe others don't see what I'm perceptive towards. Even the smallest change I notice. I would be wonderful to live as someone else for a day and see how much they notice. Do they see that Hansen's laces are blue, not black anymore? Do they see that the lunch lady is wearing a new cap? Do they notice that the computers in the lab have been cleaned around the edges somewhere on Monday?
Do they notice, do they see?
Ends.
Opinions? And your ideas?
Also, how articulate are my titles?
See you whenever.
I've had this idea since November and never thought to put it down. Well now I am.
Story:
Hi, I'm an observer of everything. I'm shy and mousy and people just don't pay attention to me. I'm not complaining or anything, in fact, I love to observe. So here I am. Another day in my high school.
Oh! There's the bell. I see kids rushing everywhere and Ms Drew walks out.
Lipstick? Perfect. Coif? Perfect. Clothes? Perfect. If there was a teacher version of perfection, Ms Drew was it. She's still struggling to fit in, it's evident. She drinks out a "Best Teacher" mug which she obviously gifted to herself (new, never polished and still with the price tag sticker) and takes home piles of work, often others. I have seen your writing on my tests sometimes, and you don't teach me.
Jake skateboards past me. He's the supposed cool guy or something. He has issues, I know. Don't ask me how, I just do. His saggy pants, headphones, loud voice and attention to popular things tell that he's desperate to fit in and don't think, Jake, that those stiches that mean that you, or someone else, mended your clothes, aren't visible to me
Arlene stomps past in her grunge cargo pants and a metal sweatshirt. It's clear as day that she's got something going on, why else would she be in a bad mood?It's not family issues though. Or boy issues. Or school issues. She just wants to be a non-conformist and not like stuff anyone else does. I've heard strains of Taylor Swift from your earphones, Arlene.She's going about it the wrong way though. Ask me, I've observed people who don't fit in for years.
A gaggle of girls walk past. They look similar in their pink heels and matching bags, Vera Bradley, I think. It is Mean Girls day today for them, which meant pink. Yes, it is a Wednesday.
In class, Mr Ericman tries explaining the symbolism in An Allegory of A Cave, by Aristotle. It was quite fascinating, however the music girls behind me wouldn't stop singing to The Cave by Mumford and Sons. After listening carefully, they turned out to be an inspiration from An Allegory. I was obvious that they never knew. Mr Ericman struggles to teach. If he only was a little stricter.
In Algebra, Violet pretends not to know cubic equations. It is to impress Carl, but it is so clear that Carl liked smart Violet, not dumb Violet. And Violet is smart. Her calculations are almost at lightning speed. Violet, this is clichéd, but be who you are.
I realize the words "evident" and "clear" have cropped up quite frequently. Maybe that is not the case. Maybe others don't see what I'm perceptive towards. Even the smallest change I notice. I would be wonderful to live as someone else for a day and see how much they notice. Do they see that Hansen's laces are blue, not black anymore? Do they see that the lunch lady is wearing a new cap? Do they notice that the computers in the lab have been cleaned around the edges somewhere on Monday?
Do they notice, do they see?
Ends.
Opinions? And your ideas?
Also, how articulate are my titles?
See you whenever.
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