| My story page my little corner to write a little here and there just to amuse myself, maybe get some opinions? I'll try and keep it updated about every month if not more often and remember.. The stuff you find in here is usually a work in progress, so if you come in and the spelling is terrible, and the story is only half told, chances are I JUST posted it and am still working on it, even as you read. well, let me know what you think!! |
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| To be read aloud in a English class. Things surrounded in :: :: are actions that I shall do while reading. enjoy. "My Story" Well, at least I didn't trip on my own feet walking up here, that is always a good start I suppose. I clear my throat and begin to read my paper. ::clears throat:: I had stayed up all night trying to finish it. It's not that I had waited till the last minute, it was more along the lines of creative drought. Ok Heather, don't forget to breathe now.::takes deep breath:: Make eye contact was what that book about speaking in front of audiences suggested. ::look up:: I look up and all eyes are on me. I swallow hard and return my eyes to the paper ::swallow nervously turn eyes back to the paper gripping it with hands tightly:: I start to wonder what everyone is thinking about my story so far. Then I start to wonder what everyone is thinking about me. I've never fit in here, and I probably never will. I have my friends though an dI guess life is good. This story is not my best, it's not even good for that matter. I don't know why I couldn't come up with somthing better. I try to nonchalantly wipe my forhead, hopeing no one will notice how bad I'm sweating up here. ::wipe forehead:: I hear that squeky voice from the movie Carrie, "There all going to laugh at you! There all going to laugh at you!!" What if they do? Will they just confront me with blank stares as I finish? will they clap? will they boo? I'm really starting to get tired of worrying about what other people think. Oh shoot! I've been daydreaming! What have I been saying for the last five minutes? ::read a bit faster, act nervous:: I look up slowly as I continue to read. No one is laughing, or whispering, so I am guessing I've stayed on track. I continue on. But my mouth is feeling dry, I'm hoping my voice doesn't crack. So I clear my throat once again ::clear throat:: Great only another two paragraphs to go and I'll be done! I glance over at the teacher ::glance over:: I wonder what he is thinking as he hears this lame tale of mine. Wonder if he is even listning, or if later he just marks a big fat red F on it for thrills. I glance over narrowing my eyes at him, but quickly return them to my paper. ::narrow eyes but with a smile:: Or mayeb that is me just makign excuses so I feel better about those last two F's I got. Whatever. Oh Finally! The last paragraph! ::smile:: I can actually feel the smile on my face now that the torment is almost over. In a short moment, I'll be done reading this, I'll be back in my seat. I look out at my classmates one more time ::look out and scan eyes over the crowd not pausing in your reading:: That is the moment my fears leave me and I exhail that breathe I've been holding deep down since I started. ::exhale deeply:: I'm realizeing by tommorow no one will even remember what was said here. They probably aren't even listening to me now. They are all to busy worrying about getting up here themselves. Far to filled with the same thoughts and fears to pay any attention to me and my lacking story. ::eyes still off the paper if you can!:: Only one more sentence now and I'll be totally finish. ::look up, with a tired bored expression before returning to seat:: Man I hate reading these stories. |
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