A Wave of Changes (April/May Writing Challenge Entry)
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:42 pm
I'm going to use Scenario B for this one. So...
A Wave of Changes
"Uuunnhh...."
"Mary! Wake Up!"
I lifted my head and turned it to Linda's. She nudged her head toward our teacher, Mrs. Cranshaw.
"Ms. Watkins, please pay attention. Now we just multiply 2 by the power of..."
I couldn't concentrate on the stupid math problem, my head was throbbing way to hard. My eyes dozed off again as my head crashed into my textbook.
"MARY!!"
"Huh, what? I'm up!"
Mrs. Cranshaw stood above me, hands on her hips, tapping her foot. An innocent smile grew on my face as she handed me a hall pass.
"Go to the nurse. You can come back for your make-up work after-school."
I took the pass and walked out of the room. I felt so lightheaded and tired. I didn't understand it, I went to bed early, I ate breakfast this morning. Why was I this groggy?
I soon approached the nurse's office half-asleep. I've never been in there, nor did I want to be in there. My mind wrapped around a fantasy of needles and syringes lined up on the wall, a bloody operation table, and organs floating in jars. Despite my mental vision of Hell, a small room with a scale and some cabinets came into view. A small, old woman was at one of the desks, writing a note. She looked up at me with beedy eyes and thick, bug-eyed glasses.
"Can I help you?"
"Unnhh... yes. My teacher suggested that I come here."
"What's your name, sweety?"
"Mary Watkins. Frankly, I agree that I come here. I've felt extremly tired and groggy these past few days, but there has been no change in my daily routine, miss."
"You have no explanation of your condition?"
"Yes ma'am."
She stood up and told me to sit down. As I did, she took a popscicle stick and told me to stick out my tongue. I did, and the stick made me gag. She took it off my tongue put a stethoscope on my chest. She took it off and asked me,
"Have you taken any medicines lately? Asprin, presciptions, allergy medication?"
"No."
She pondered over this and asked a question I did not expect.
"Are you a mutant?"
I stared at her. Me, a mutant? That was the dumbest thing my mind ever comprehended.
"Is that a retorical question?"
"No, I'm serious. Have you ever gone through a mutation?"
"No! I can't even imagine it. Ha! Me, a freak of nature!"
The old woman looked at me like a cow staring at an oncoming train. I'm not sure if I offended her or suprised her, so I apologised any way.
Later, the nurse called my mother to pick me up and take me home. My head was hurting worse than before and asprin wouldn't help. My mother was getting really concerned. She suggested a doctor, but immediatly declined as the doctor's office from Hell image came into my mind. So, she made me lay in bed and fed me ice cream as I watched my "Fantastic Four" DVD. As I was watching, I cranked up the air conditioner and tried to relax. When all of my urges to relax failed, I noticed I was sweating excessively from my forehead and back. It was making my sheets soggy and uncomforable. I got up and tried to figure out how to get the moisture out.
"Let's see... I could get paper towels. No,no, to messy. What about..."
My thoughts were interupted by my eyes as the water from the sheets spiralled upward, like a DNA sculpture, in a vortex manner. I was shocked, was I doing this? Was I making the water levitate? I thought about it falling back onto my bed, and the unbelivable, unthinkable, and freaky happend. It fell! I controlled the water! It was unimagineable! I was obviously shocked, but my mind pondered on what I said in the nurse's office about mutants, and the fact she was right about me manefesting powers. What would happen next?
Sorry guys, this is all I've got so far. I'll write more later.
[Edited on 4/13/08 by BlueVelvet14]
A Wave of Changes
"Uuunnhh...."
"Mary! Wake Up!"
I lifted my head and turned it to Linda's. She nudged her head toward our teacher, Mrs. Cranshaw.
"Ms. Watkins, please pay attention. Now we just multiply 2 by the power of..."
I couldn't concentrate on the stupid math problem, my head was throbbing way to hard. My eyes dozed off again as my head crashed into my textbook.
"MARY!!"
"Huh, what? I'm up!"
Mrs. Cranshaw stood above me, hands on her hips, tapping her foot. An innocent smile grew on my face as she handed me a hall pass.
"Go to the nurse. You can come back for your make-up work after-school."
I took the pass and walked out of the room. I felt so lightheaded and tired. I didn't understand it, I went to bed early, I ate breakfast this morning. Why was I this groggy?
I soon approached the nurse's office half-asleep. I've never been in there, nor did I want to be in there. My mind wrapped around a fantasy of needles and syringes lined up on the wall, a bloody operation table, and organs floating in jars. Despite my mental vision of Hell, a small room with a scale and some cabinets came into view. A small, old woman was at one of the desks, writing a note. She looked up at me with beedy eyes and thick, bug-eyed glasses.
"Can I help you?"
"Unnhh... yes. My teacher suggested that I come here."
"What's your name, sweety?"
"Mary Watkins. Frankly, I agree that I come here. I've felt extremly tired and groggy these past few days, but there has been no change in my daily routine, miss."
"You have no explanation of your condition?"
"Yes ma'am."
She stood up and told me to sit down. As I did, she took a popscicle stick and told me to stick out my tongue. I did, and the stick made me gag. She took it off my tongue put a stethoscope on my chest. She took it off and asked me,
"Have you taken any medicines lately? Asprin, presciptions, allergy medication?"
"No."
She pondered over this and asked a question I did not expect.
"Are you a mutant?"
I stared at her. Me, a mutant? That was the dumbest thing my mind ever comprehended.
"Is that a retorical question?"
"No, I'm serious. Have you ever gone through a mutation?"
"No! I can't even imagine it. Ha! Me, a freak of nature!"
The old woman looked at me like a cow staring at an oncoming train. I'm not sure if I offended her or suprised her, so I apologised any way.
Later, the nurse called my mother to pick me up and take me home. My head was hurting worse than before and asprin wouldn't help. My mother was getting really concerned. She suggested a doctor, but immediatly declined as the doctor's office from Hell image came into my mind. So, she made me lay in bed and fed me ice cream as I watched my "Fantastic Four" DVD. As I was watching, I cranked up the air conditioner and tried to relax. When all of my urges to relax failed, I noticed I was sweating excessively from my forehead and back. It was making my sheets soggy and uncomforable. I got up and tried to figure out how to get the moisture out.
"Let's see... I could get paper towels. No,no, to messy. What about..."
My thoughts were interupted by my eyes as the water from the sheets spiralled upward, like a DNA sculpture, in a vortex manner. I was shocked, was I doing this? Was I making the water levitate? I thought about it falling back onto my bed, and the unbelivable, unthinkable, and freaky happend. It fell! I controlled the water! It was unimagineable! I was obviously shocked, but my mind pondered on what I said in the nurse's office about mutants, and the fact she was right about me manefesting powers. What would happen next?
Sorry guys, this is all I've got so far. I'll write more later.
[Edited on 4/13/08 by BlueVelvet14]