Jb Knows

A Teen Writer’s Trip to the Top

First Thing in the Morning December 9, 2008

Filed under: Unfinished Work — samke23 @ 11:39 pm
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Yeah, it’s called a stress relief ball. Not such a good thing to start playing catch with, as you may have noticed. It’s for relieving stress, which I certainly have lots of. These are the many stresses I face when I walk into the room…

These books are heavy, should I put them down? Will anyone  get mad at me if I put them on this table here, does anybody need to use it? I’ll put it on this kids desk. No, I will not move my stuff, you’re not even using it right now. What do you mean ‘what am I doing here’? I live here. I want to be here, unlike some people.

Matt, this is not your room. It’s more my room then it is yours, so why don’t you just get out? Sorry for fighting with your students. Yes, I know violence doesn’t solve anything. But it can be so much fun.

Charlie, get out, and enough with the eyebrow raising. Charlie is not your student, and he is not a friend, so I have permission to control when he comes and goes. Leave, and take Nicky with you. You’re taking up my attention. I’ll warn them both not to hang out with Brett, but they won’t listen.

Who’s Brett? None of your business Chris, just shut up for once. You and Adam can leave too. I don’t particularly like any of you. I’m not here to listen to you guys complain and gossip and say stupid stuff I don’t care about.

You guys are luck you are friends with him or I would personally through you out. Can’t wait until you graduate, this June. Hey there, how are you doing today? Fine, thanks, how about you? Oops, I just asked you that. I’ll go crawl into a hole and die. I am NOT overreacting and I am NOT dramatic.

Okay, maybe just a little bit. Major mood swing. Try not to cry, do not shed a tear over this. Besides, it will ruin you mascara. You do not accidentally poke yourself in the eye every morning to have it ruined. Organize the papers on the counter to preoccupy yourself.

Sex? Do I want to talk about sex? It’s too early in the morning to be having this conversation. You got a full nights sleep? Well good for you, I have been up since four, worried about how horrible a person I am. I’m not looking you in the eye if we are having this discussion. (Not that I would anyways.)

I’ll turn around, blushing, pretending to roll my eyes so that I don’t have to look at yours. Wonder what color eyes you have. I think they’re blue or brown. Or green. I have no idea. I am not staring. What is there to stare at?

You? Please don’t flatter yourself. Yes, I can tell that is what you’re thinking just by looking at you. I can read you like a book. Mind reader. Leave, why would I leave? Oh, right, I have to go to class. I’m not going to be late, I made it yesterday.

I am not lying, I never lie to you. Except, wait, that was a lie. I do lie to you, but then I feel really, really, really bad about it. Go to class. Right, I’ll go learn something. Fun, fun. Big smile. Be careful out there. You know what I’m talking about.

There’s a lot of weirdos.

 

ImPROPer October 27, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — samke23 @ 9:31 pm
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I always end up with the handcuffs.

A simple sentence, sure to catch the readers attention. Even more sure when the ‘reader’ is someone randomly walking by. Especially so when that someone is your teacher.

When surrounded by thespians, a writer needs to do surprisingly little to blend in. Just write (and act out) a scene no holds barred. I’m talking about a scene of lust and murder. A scene where not only do you have to come on to your superior, but then commit some act of violence, whereas you are forced to throw yourself onto the ground.

I’ve joined in with catcalls as others changed outerwear for their characters. I’ve put on, removed and made many jokes about a pair of handcuffs. I’ve turned on lights, napped on couches and have climbed through windows on stage. Basically, I have become a drama kid.

What is the point of assimilating to the crowd? First off, it allows you to be an extra in so many more scenes. Secondly, it brings you closer to the class clown, the favorite, the beautiful. I have one person in mind. Not only is he an actor, but I see him as a respectable writer. I am not saying I have a crush on this person. No, that would not be the accurate categorization. It’s more of a casual, weird interested in said individual. And as to quote him (as I made a comment about his body, once again only to fit in) “Whoa, I’ve known you since fourth grade.”