Post by Lord Nova on Jun 16, 2009 23:00:13 GMT -5
Dreamer
Prologue:
Nothing lasts forever. I read, scratching the scalp of my head. My choppy brown strands of hair covered one of my eyes. A glare came from the window, and looking over, I saw the reflection of my other emerald green eye. It stared back at me with its fierce sharpness clearly visible, yet somehow looked as if it was at peace. Trying not to get distracted, I turned my head and stared down back at the isolate sentence. Unmoving and without any emotion, my eyes lingered on those three words, letting them sink in my mind. Lightly brushing the few strands of hair away from my face with the edge of my index finger, I continued to read.
Explain whether you believe this inquiry is true or false. Plan and write an essay in which you develop your point of view on this issue. Support your position with reasoning and examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.
Most normal teenagers would have argued, complained and whined about it if their parents made them take the practice SAT for the second time in a row; especially if they were fourteen. Yet for some reason, I wasn’t a normal teenager.
Looking around the classroom, I could see most students hurriedly planning out or writing what they were going to say. Most of these kids were older than I, taking the real “Suck a** Test” as they called it. Many of whom were taller, had facial hair, and some of whom had such large biceps that their arms couldn’t fully rest them on the top of their desk. I looked down at my scrawny arms and scowled at them. Their almost-albino paleness gave them a boring feeling, and with little muscle, there was nothing I could praise my arms for.
As I looked around some more, I saw some kids biting their number-two pencils; one pencil in hand and another in their mouths. They looked disgusting, chewing on their pencils, with bite marks all over the utensils. I could hardly see it, yet I still saw spit coming down from the kid’s mouth who sat in front of me. Almost gagging, I turned away. Then, I watched some other students with their heads down, hastily scribbling their sorry excuse for an essay. These kids knew the time constraints, but instead of thinking of a reasonable essay, they wrote down whatever they thought.
Even one pretty-looking brunette girl stared out into space, looking oblivious to the world around her. Her smooth skin looked as if ‘angels’ had carved her perfect body. The perfect, ideal body with a sweet face. I could even smell the coconut hair wash she had used. I gazed at her for a moment in awe, yet my eyes soon averted her direction. I had once heard ‘Wishing only ruins the heart’. In this case, I believed it. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn’t stop wishing, even if I would never know her. I smiled at my own stupidity.
Looking back at the test takers, I noticed the tiny room around us. The small, crowded room was filled with more than thirty desks and chairs. The beige walls were covered in old, unclean signs which said things like “Time passes. Will you?” and “This is a smiling environment!” Those signs disgusted me. With them peering over my every moment, it was almost harder to take any kind of exam. At the front was an ancient black chalk bored with erased chalk marks all over it. I could still see remains of dark-yellow chalk mark on the board. In the top-left corner I could see one word written. ‘Persistence’. Someone had tried to erase it, I could tell, yet it still stuck on there like a fly to a web.
My eyes soon peered down at the floor. Ripped up pieces of papers lay on the ground, and specifically I saw a paper with letters on it. “C, B,C,D,D,A,A,C,E,E,B,C,C,B,A,C…” it read. They were answers to the test, I assumed. I wondered which student wrote those. I chuckled, looking at the different students. I couldn’t decide who the ‘cheater’ was, and as what always happens, my mind got off track.
Most of the test-takers were very energetic and skittish at the time, worrying about the upcoming test-of-a-lifetime. I knew that by the end of this four-hour torture chamber, the ‘energetic’ kids would be feeling very different.
After observing the class as a whole, I looked up at the administrator. I was hoping for a nice, calm teacher to administrate the test like the teacher last year, yet this year I wasn’t so lucky. Standing up straight, watching the timer, Mr. Army-man’s serious expression meant business. His six-foot tall body and wide torso added to my inference. I wondered if he was actually once a marine of some sort, or whether he just worked out a lot. He looked as old as my father, yet Mr. Army-man was his complete and total opposite. As opposed to Mr. Army-man’s bitter and serious nature, my father was a kind-hearted man; at least to my mother he was. Physically, dad was just as opposite to the man. His frailness and short body helped with my observation.
“Ten minutes left!” the army-man shouted. His ill-tempered voice was heard throughout the room. The dog barked at all of us, and everyone looked up with wide eyes.
“Crap” I muttered. None of what I had been thinking about had anything to do with the essay. My brain ruined everything once again with its ADD-like style of thinking. Right now, I had to stop looking around the room and start focusing. I began to think of the essay, with my face scrunched up.
Suddenly, I became one of those poor kids that I had just been silently mocking. I began to scribble out my essay.
Nothing lasts forever, is a saying that may sound truthful for some, yet it actually has some exceptions. Although many things don’t last forever, there are others that continue on endlessly, no matter what happens. I wrote on the dry, perfectly white, clean-looking paper.
‘Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap’ I thought to myself, with a wide eyed stare, looking at what I had just written. I had an ‘okay’ beginning, yet I needed an example to prove my point. I hammered my brain, searching for something; anything. It soon hit me; there was one thing that lasted forever, at least for me anyways. This one thing could be described in one word; just one simple word. In truth, this one word described every part of me. I couldn’t live without it. It was my teddy bear; my blanky; my shooting star. I smiled at the cheesy thought.
No, the word wasn’t ‘memories’ or ‘love’ or ‘life’ or one of those typical, boring answers. To the contrary, it was unusual as I saw it. It was, different and unique. It also had an abnormal flare to it. As I thought less and less about the SAT, and more and more about the word itself, I realized something: It was me.
“Dreams.” And so I began to write.
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Mara may have read this already because I used it as a RP sample, I have more but I would like oppinions on this first.
Also, I have another older one I wrote when I was younger, it isn't as good but it is under Shiro-Ken in RP Sample, Sith templates.