Sleepwalking my way through life: I can be a REAL writer!



I can be a REAL writer!

I spent a good hour doing nothing yesterday, if you could call it nothing.

Our Drama teacher had dragged us into class on our day off, making us trek to the other side of town in order to perfect our acting abilities. It was a fantastic day, the sun shining down through a clear blue sky, and the class spent most of the time outside bathing in the rays. We had taken a few chairs from inside, sitting in one big group where we all participated in an orgy of useless conversation.

I stood up and walked to the iron grating fence that was close by. The fence created a shadow over my face as I looked out on to the nice green field that lay beyond it. I didn't want to be in school that day; I would have much preferred to be doing anything else. But then again, sitting and talking with everyone was fun.

But I was still trapped. I could only stay where I was and sit in the unfulfilling conversation that jumped from films to parties to sex. I wanted out, out as fast as I could. I would be alone, but I would be free.

I walked back to the group and sat with them again, joining the conversation at the next opportune moment. I talked and laughed with them while stealing sneaky glances at the land that laid beyond the fence.

I knew what I had to do.

God, that is just some kick ass imagery. Don't you think?
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1 Comments:

At 4:41 am, Anonymous Laura (lamb chop) said...

we all participated in an orgy of useless conversation.

That phrase just made my evening. Thanks!

 

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