creative writing homework
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As the sun sets, another day closes.
Another evening ends.
Another night imposes.
As the sun sets, another night grows.
And tomorrow, another potential. Another day unknown.
The chance to do great.
The chance to do bad.
A day to be happy.
A time to make mad.
To do what you said you would do.
To be who you said you would be.
A chance to fly to the front of the flock.
Or solve an unknown mystery.
As the sun sets, another day closes.
Another evening ends.
Another night imposes.
Every day youve ever known exists now in the past.
What would you do if your next day was your last?
Its getting harder to stay awake.
I feel like all I need is a break.
A place to rest my weary head.
A land to rest among the dead.
A place I can go undisturbed.
A state of being unperturbed.
A home for others just like me.
To doze off and relax peacefully.
But no, Im here where I must stay
My life is ruled by the light of day.
I can only do whats expected of me.
My problem turned into humility.
Called out every day fro crashing.
Spot lights, laughing, and insulting.
A smirk, a laugh, a stereotypical crack.
All saved for your favorite insomniac.
Today is just like any other. You wake up, get ready for school, and head out the door. Your head is swimming with plans for when you get together with your friends, plans for the weekend, and last nights homework. Standing outside, watching as bus 0704 rolls down happily. But as you plop into your regular seat
Boom
You are shaken awake with a jump as everyone is clearing off the bus. You were the first stop yet you cant remember anything after sitting down. Huh; must have dozed off for a second. You think to yourself as you meet up with your friends. First bell rings and your first class goes by without a hitch. You take your notes and pay attention. The bus must have just been some kind of fluke, freak event. You walk into second class. Power point, easy enough. You sit down and get ready for it all to start
Boom
Your eyes slowly open to the sight of your note paper. You can hear the other students giggling as the teacher hisses and stereotypes you as another lazy bum. You try to speak up for yourself but stop because you know that nothing you say will make a difference. Oh well, theres nothing to do but to move on. Third period starts and all goes well. You have a big assignment but you get it done. You sit there with it in front of you. Youre feeling proud of yourself. Your paper is clean and you feel complete
Boom
Class is almost over; you glance over at the teacher just as she looks away from you to write down a note about you. It doesnt matter if I was already finished. Ill be getting a letter home on how I was sleeping in class. You sigh as the bell rings and you pick up your supplies and head to math. No problem. You get into the classroom and are immediately greeted with demands for last nights homework. Usually you can turn it in and you might be lucky enough to slip under the radar. But today, you cant find your assignment anywhere. So you get the scowl, the angered look that youve become so used to. Shell probably call you out in front of the class for being her worst student. For ALWAYS missing your work and for just sitting there brain dead in her class. Little does she know that her words mean nothing to you. Let her complain, youre determined not to let it happen again. You will not fall asleep here. You wont give her the pleasure of having something else to scold you for. Next is lunch and then Chemistry. You sit down in chemistry next to your best friend and prepare for class. You just had lunch; things should be easier, right?
Boom
Her words are a distant blur to you. Your head is hanging and everything is fuzzy but you swore to yourself that you wouldnt do it again. You will not sleep! But resistance is futile. Your eyes slowly shut and the sound is drowned out by the peaceful silence. Your friend pushes you every once in a while to snap you out of it, but that cant last forever. You finally awake near the end of class to find that youve missed an entire day of notes. Hating yourself for what has happened, you get as many of them down as possible. Chemistry comes naturally to you, so all your wasted talent balances out with your problem to keep you above water. Its not a pleasant way to think about things but its what you have to do to survive. And thats all that matters. Turn in your notes; time for Creative Writing. Mrs. Buehler greats the class pleasantly as they enter. The bright colors of her room and personality are hard to overlook. Plus you enjoy this class so itll all be alright. You sit there most days and do fine. But there are the days when a long drag hits. If you arent feeling creative in that class, then you really arent feeling anything. And that always ends badly.
Boom
Wake up. She says. Its not a scolding or mean voice. But the disappointment on her face hurts even more. You sit up, nod, and get back to work; begging silently to yourself that it wont happen again. She hand picked this class because she trusted the people in it. She trusted you. And yet youre letting her down. But youre not one of those people. Youre not what they say you are. Youre a good kid. You do good things. But you still are judged as that type of person. As a lazy bum. Grouping things is good. It helps people with life. But grouping people is hurtful and dangerous. Thinking that you know someone when all you see is a surface undermines everything that that person is about. You dont want to be in that group. You want to be you. But nobody will change because you talk to yourself. You write your thoughts down on paper, and wait for the bell to ring for seventh. Class goes by like a breeze. Just like how you wanted every other class to go; and you head home. Waiting for it all to happen again tomorrow.
You lay your head down every night, and wait for the boom. But it almost never comes. Not when you need it to.
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