Assorted Enthusiasm

The following is a vignette I wrote for my English class junior year of high school. I went through and corrected some basic grammar mistakes, but it is very much the same as it was before. This piece is special because it helped me realize that I was good with words. I could make people feel what I was feeling through words.

Enjoy!


Alone in My Room
April 9, 2007

So here am I, alone in my room. I hear the floor creak above me as mom does laundry, dad’s at work, my only sister is moved out, and my little brother is at work. I dropped him off on the way home from school, missing the turn off from the same retarded circle. I hate those stupid round-abouts. They are so annoying, “go straight’ doesn’t really go over well.

I have two hours before work . . . almost . . . almost two hours before work. I will try to nap. I stare blankly in front of me, trying to sleep. I have to sit up every few minutes and write down things I need to do this week. Still trying to sleep---I need to feed the dog; I’ll do it later- after I rest. I need to read that chapter for humanities- I’ll do it on break- after I rest. I need to get a new thing of lead for my mechanical pencils- tomorrow when I’m dropping brother off, I’ll pick some up from Target. And I’ll get a birthday present for Becca and Dad; maybe I’ll get Becca some socks. She likes socks. Socks and lead. Long socks. Yes, very brightly colored random socks. With stripes. Socks and lead.

Thoughts go from mechanical trains to trails left by fairies through the air, I am slowly aware of people standing next to me. I am wearing clothes I don’t remember putting on. It should be strange, but it isn’t right now. Right now it is as natural as could be. I’m at the cemetery with my friends playing in the pond with my dog. Then a long trail of cars guided by a hearse comes near. Out of respect for those who mourn, we leave. Myself, my friends and my dog leave the cemetery. "Let’s go to Arctic Circle!” I hear from the backseat. So we are driving in a car until I find myself somewhere else, but my sub-conscious hasn’t had time to decide where I am when I am startled awake by my alarm clock. I hit the snooze button and sigh. I again find myself alone in my room.