So I'm in APLAC (AP Language and Composition, but who wants to spend all that effort writing THAT out?), and I have to do this tone exercise. I've been provided with the following choices:
- Horror story writer
- (Any) Queen of England
Well, I'm an odd child, so I decided to try writing about something in the tone of an action story writer.
The key word is try.
Ready to be amazed? Hahaha...
The only sound was the detonation of the alarm. It pervaded the room with its whiny blaring. Everything was too bright, much too bright for my sensitive eyes.
It was inevitable.
It had begun.
I rose, wary of the coming events. All of the possibilities ran through my head. I wasn't prepared.
I knew that this would be the end of me, that it would vanquish me in all aspects, and that by the end of this, I would be only ghost of my past self. I still marched forward.
My head was full of mush and my body felt abused, but I knew that I needed to be sharp in order to have any chance of succeeding in my mission. I ingested a meal that would sustain me for a few hours and splashed cold water on my face, slapping my face a few times to wake myself up.
I packed all that I needed into my old, hefty bag. "We've been through so much," I whispered gently. My heart rate increased with the seconds that slipped by.
It was time to go.
I grabbed my bag and headed outside, departing from the comfort and safety I experienced for three months.
It was a day of relatively benevolent weather. The birds and insects were chirping and buzzing; the sun illuminated the world and pierced the clouds; and the breeze was gently lifting fallen leaves from their rest into the air. I headed to my designated location and waited. I noticed a murder of crows flying overhead, and wondered of its symbolism. The crows are here, waiting for my death. Not yet. Not just yet.
The roaring of the vehicle cut through the birds and insects, that familiar sound. I boarded it and greeted the driver with a fake smile, hiding my anticipation of what was to come. My comrade came to sit with me, and we sat stoically, occasionally joking anxiously to conceal our inner thoughts and feelings.
The vehicle stopped, and that was when it really hit us. We were going to do this. We weren't able to just run away and curl up in a ball. I exited the vehicle and faced the building in which my mission presided.
Putting on a brave face, I walked into my school.
So how'd you guys like my description of the beginning of my first day of school? Haha, I killed three birds with one stone here with this tone exercise/journal entry/post. Go me!
If you're still in school, how were your first days? Did you peeps figure out that I was describing my first day of school? Did you relate to anything I said? Again, don't be afraid to comment!