Post by schitzo7830 on Jul 24, 2009 17:34:12 GMT -4
Hey guys and gals. I waswondering if you could give me any idea's on how to become a better writer. Hre is he begginingof a piece ive been working on.
The only sound in the classroom was the noise being emmitted from the back of the room. A low obnoxious snore coming from a lone table towards the back of the room. The only student sitting at the table was sound asleep...Kinda. The kid's head was face down in his arms. A black hood drooped down over his face so only his lips and the lower part of his face were showing. His skin was a very pale white and his lips were smooth with a pinkish hue to him. All seemed to be peaceful with him other than the noise he was emmitting.
Across the room beamed a bright shinning globe of light, which flared over the boys hood. Only to be blotted out by a shadow from someone standing over him.
"Excuse me Mr.Miles for not making this class entertaine you. But if your going to attend this class you are going to pay attention." A older males voice beamed down at the boy. "Mr. Miles....Are you awake?" The man reached down and shook the kids arm. Nothing happened for a few seconds then the boy shuttered sligtly and growned. The proffeser picked up a small pile of books that resided next to the sleeping boy. There were whispers that erupted from kids talking behind the teacher wondering wether the man was going to hit the kid or throw his books or...The proffeser slammed the books on the table a few inches from the boys head, Causing the kid to jolt up in such a quick manner that it made his chair tip backward. The kid caught the side of the table to steady the chair before tumbling backwards and breaking his skull open. The class erupted in laughter but only until the proffesor raised his arm and, with a flick of his wrist silenced the class. The class was quiet or at least... mostly quiet. The black haired boy began to laugh.... "Excuse me Proffesor but, Maybe i wouldnt mind paying attention if this class wasnt so fucking boring."
Third day of school and Cal already was in In School Suspension. the boy laughed at the thought. 'What made this place so damn important anyway? A bunch or assholes boxed up in a building that has to watch some kids all day'. Cal went to an all boys school. One of the best in the country. Sadly... it was full of rich snobs and wanna be gangsters. Cal came from an inner city school. The only reason he was able to attend this school was becasue of his uncle. He had been staying with his uncle ever since his parents died. A car crash on a highway. The police said it happened so fast they wouldnt have felt a thing. Cal knew better. No one burns to death happily.... or slowly.
Cal opened the door the the office. Same paper smell, Same office lady's, Same god damn everything. Given Cal's inner city school behaivor he was frequintly in the office, However given his uncle's bank account and connections, He never ended up getting suspended. Hell Cal had barely spent a day in detention. It wasnt like he was a bad kid, just troubled.
The only sound in the classroom was the noise being emmitted from the back of the room. A low obnoxious snore coming from a lone table towards the back of the room. The only student sitting at the table was sound asleep...Kinda. The kid's head was face down in his arms. A black hood drooped down over his face so only his lips and the lower part of his face were showing. His skin was a very pale white and his lips were smooth with a pinkish hue to him. All seemed to be peaceful with him other than the noise he was emmitting.
Across the room beamed a bright shinning globe of light, which flared over the boys hood. Only to be blotted out by a shadow from someone standing over him.
"Excuse me Mr.Miles for not making this class entertaine you. But if your going to attend this class you are going to pay attention." A older males voice beamed down at the boy. "Mr. Miles....Are you awake?" The man reached down and shook the kids arm. Nothing happened for a few seconds then the boy shuttered sligtly and growned. The proffeser picked up a small pile of books that resided next to the sleeping boy. There were whispers that erupted from kids talking behind the teacher wondering wether the man was going to hit the kid or throw his books or...The proffeser slammed the books on the table a few inches from the boys head, Causing the kid to jolt up in such a quick manner that it made his chair tip backward. The kid caught the side of the table to steady the chair before tumbling backwards and breaking his skull open. The class erupted in laughter but only until the proffesor raised his arm and, with a flick of his wrist silenced the class. The class was quiet or at least... mostly quiet. The black haired boy began to laugh.... "Excuse me Proffesor but, Maybe i wouldnt mind paying attention if this class wasnt so fucking boring."
Third day of school and Cal already was in In School Suspension. the boy laughed at the thought. 'What made this place so damn important anyway? A bunch or assholes boxed up in a building that has to watch some kids all day'. Cal went to an all boys school. One of the best in the country. Sadly... it was full of rich snobs and wanna be gangsters. Cal came from an inner city school. The only reason he was able to attend this school was becasue of his uncle. He had been staying with his uncle ever since his parents died. A car crash on a highway. The police said it happened so fast they wouldnt have felt a thing. Cal knew better. No one burns to death happily.... or slowly.
Cal opened the door the the office. Same paper smell, Same office lady's, Same god damn everything. Given Cal's inner city school behaivor he was frequintly in the office, However given his uncle's bank account and connections, He never ended up getting suspended. Hell Cal had barely spent a day in detention. It wasnt like he was a bad kid, just troubled.