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ting From School #3
Today in math class the person beside asks me what I think of religion and I respond, “I don’t like religion.” I think all these different religions make things oh-so complicated. He huffs and he puffs and he practically explodes. He tells me how I am wrong a what I said was offending to him so I just shrug and turn around. He moves to sit closer to the board then moves back a bit later once again bringing up the topic of religion. He says to me, “God bless you.” I looked at him, stunned that he would say that to me right after I told him I’m not fond of religions. He puts on a small smirk as I turn to face him, telling him, “I find that offending,” exactly as he told me. Then he goes on and on about how he is right and there is proof and I am wrong and lacking proof. I sit there, and try to ignore him, knowing full well that prolonging this will only make it worse. He then asks me if I am going to respond or not and I totally lose it, following his rude, whiny voice I speak in the same brutal tongue. “Of course I won’t.” Though I kind of did it seemed to do the trick… for about five minutes. He once again opened his mouth to talk about my wrongness and ignorance. He is one reason why I dislike religions; he creates big deals out of simple things like my opinion. It’s like saying I like vanilla ice cream and he likes chocolate ice cream.
After class I hopped on my bus, happy to be away from such controversial stuff. When one of the nicest people I know comes over to greet me I already feel better. We talk for a bit and somehow get onto the topic of religion; she is a Christian and is very close to her beliefs and stuff. She convinces me to forgive the boy for the scene he created and hope that he becomes open-minded. Though I do not believe in God or Brahman or Zeus or whatever else I think that I am more open minded about things like that all because of my friend! =)
Sorry that it’s another thing about religion but I promise this is the last one!! =D
Venting From School #2
I have a particular group of friends that are obsessed with their religion. Every day at lunch I would sit in my regular seat, smack dab in the middle of them and listen to their conversations. They would always talk about God and how amazing he is, trying to get me to convert and become Christian. I don’t like science fiction; thus, I refuse every time, and they get offended. I tell them nicely that I will not change and if they wanted me in their conversations they wouldn’t talk about god and such every day. I have always been opinionated about religions and what I choose to believe in. Though I don’t believe there is a god or an afterlife I think that I have a right to my own opinion and this group of people has not given me a break yet.
Augh!
Venting From School #1
Okay now, what I say below is not meant for you to understand unless you were there. It may not even be good gramatically and spelling-wise but whatever. I just had to blow off some steam about the frustrating events that happened... he...The Facility
It was just another day at school when my best friend Mandy came up to me. I was only four at the time. Mandy had said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday, I had to go to my great grandma’s funeral,&...Fiery Ghost
On the day I had my 18th birthday we ran out of oil. Of course that’s nothing compared to what happened after that. The only reason I saw it coming was because I knew it would happen, I saw the future.
It was just like any other birthday except instead of hanging with my friends I was making out with my boyfriend, when it happened. When I say ‘it’ I’m referring to my premonition. It was like an out of body experience but I still felt the searing hot pain. I was standing in the middle of Bryant Park with screaming people running around. It had to have been over one hundred degrees. The sun took up the whole sky before it exploded. Bright light attacked my eyes and the fiery wind scratched at my face before everything went silent, before everything went dark.
My boyfriend was looking at me funny, “Hey you alright?” He had asked me and I just nodded my head. “I gotta… um… go home. I forgot to fix lunch for my ‘lil bro,” I stuttered out. I’m not very good at lying but my boyfriend let it slide. I walked outside to my bike and started the long ride home. We had long since stopped buying oil since the price had gone up so much in the recent year. On my way home I passed by Bryant Park and shivered, not because it was cold but because I felt like I was being watched.
I had arrived home at 5 and flipped on the news. “Today, the temperature is 103° F. It will be very hot in the Louisa area today, right Tom?” the weather lady had asked her co-worker. “Sure is-,” Tom started to say but our power cut off. Another blackout blanketed the city in complete and utter darkness. I held my breath and waited, counting in my head. The lights had come on five minutes later, which was our longest blackout yet.
The TV flickered back to life and the people started to talk again. I remember starting to turn off the TV, at least until I listened more closely to what they were saying. “And on breaking news, the sun is said to be coming closer to our planet. Now here is scientist Monte Coldwell to tell us more about this topic,” Tom stated as the screen gave way to a nerdy looking man with a clipboard and lab coat. “Well, this is not good, if the sun gets any closer our planet would obviously get hotter. The astronomical unit will change, our planet Earth will get warmer, and we may all die from the intense heat. This is a very dangerous situation because the corona may, in fact, touch the space where Earth once was. When I say once was I mean our planet might not survive the end of today,” the scientist finished as the screen changed back to Tom and Diane.
I switched the TV off and rode my bike to Bryant Park. Not only is the park my favorite place to come but it has a calming aura about it. I sit under my favorite tree and take a deep breath; I’m actually feeling better until the screaming starts. Shrieks escape from the mouths of everyone who is on the streets. Some cry and other laugh psychotically. I just sit there staring at them all. A few start to smash windows and break into stores, taking anything at all. More join in, and I watch the rampage going on in front of me.
Is this really what they want their most likely, last, moments to be like? The last things they did? I had thought. They weren’t humans they were animals laced with adrenaline and fear. The only thing separating them from animals is the fact they can talk and walk on two legs. Am I the only sane one? Why is everyone overreacting? The sun might hit the Earth and we might all- I realized that I might die today. All alone, with nobody I loved or even knew. Suddenly the screams escalated all at once and I whipped my head up to stare at the sky.
The bright light attacked my eyes and the fiery wind scratched at my face. Golden light seeped into my brain, frying my optic nerves even after I pinched my eyes closed. I felt like I was on fire. I peeked out from under my eyelids and saw that I was on fire. Everyone around me was on fire. The trees and grass were on fire, the animals running around were on fire, and the sky was on fire. No blue remained in the sky, only the red-orange of the sun. The sun was getting bigger and the ground was getting hotter. Pain shot through my entire body as flames licked at my skin, creating red marks. I didn’t scream or yell or cry or pray. It all went so fast, 30 minutes after the news report telling me the world was ending it actually ended.
Suddenly the pain was gone, the screaming was gone, the heat was gone, and everything was gone. I opened my eyes and saw the stars around me. A faint light was glowing from my body, I was on fire but it didn’t hurt. I’m a ghost, a ghost on fire. I watched as the Earth exploded when the sun got to close. I saw all the bodies, the bodies of my family, the body of my boyfriend, and my body. I lay under my favorite tree, burning. My eyes were closed and it was kind of beautiful, like a crazy type of art. I would have cried, but ghosts can’t cry.
Believe me, I tried.
