feel free to start now. I want everybody to start when they're getting the vaccine in the auditorium of the school. And slowly finding out that they have powers.
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
The auditorium was crowded and noisy. Gwen let herself fall into the shadows. She preferred to watch.
"Ms. Rivers," one of the adults running this exciting event said to her. "You must get in line, the vaccine is important."
Gwen sighed and filed into one of the lines. It was the least interesting thing she had done all day. Earlier, she had been watching a couple guys from a corner of the library. Now that had been interesting.
"Next," a nurse said, signaling that it was Gwen's turn.
Gwen stepped forward and sat in the folding chair specially dragged out of the closet for this event.
"Right arm, please," the nurse said. Her voice was monotone. Gwen tried to decide if it was always that way, or if she was just exhaustingly bored from having to shove needles into the arms of a hundred or so students.
Gwen let the slightly overweight woman stick the needle in her arm and administer the vaccine. It felt normal, just like any other shot she had ever gotten.
The nurse stuck a bandaid on her arm and set her free. Gwen returned to standing along the auditorium wall where she watched a boy she thought she might know. He was cute, and had no clue that Gwen was staring him down.
I stood in the vaccination line. The auditorium was packed and was loud with excited chatter and laughter. I stayed quiet though, not because i was scared of the shot or anything, but just because i felt this foreboding sensation. I felt calm though, is felt like the silence before the storm.
"Phelix Stark," a woman in a nurse uniform said and motioned for me to follow here. I walked after her, and caught a glimpse of a girl staring at me. I winked at her and smiled. Surprised, she looked away instantly. I walked through these border things into a small room where two ladies sat with the vaccine.
"Which arm, right or left?" The woman asked. I shrugged. "Right, i guess," i answered, and lifted up my sleeve. She wiped some liquid on my arm and the needle went in. "there you go," she said. I walked out without a word. My insides tingled. I walked back out and accidentally ran into somebody. "Oh, sorry," i heard a girl say. I looked up and was met with the girl that had been staring at me earlier. "No problem." i said and smiled.
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DJ sighed as he filed into the auditorium, behind a huge mass of freshman. With a growl, he leaned down smoothly to the fourteen year old in front of him, a smirk on his lips, and got dangerously close to her neck. "Tell your little friends that they can move out of the way, or they'll all wish they'd never been born." The girl turned around, expecting a fight, but instantly changed in stature when she gazed straight up at DJ and the three guys behind him. She moved out of the way quickly, thirty or so friends of hers following suit.
The three guys behind DJ guffawed in laughter as they easily moved through the crowd, each of them shoving their own share of freshmen to the ground if they were in the way. DJ, however, was just ready to get out of the auditorium, so he let his guys take care of it all. A tall, Russian looking nurse with what looked to be a mustache, motioned for them to come over, worry evident in her eyes.
"What happened to nurses being hot?" One of DJ's friends, Kendal, laughed cruely while DJ sat down in the chair to flex his right arm playfully. The nurse glared at Kendal before sticking the needle in DJ's bicep.
When all four had gotten their shots, DJ led the way over to the side of the auditorium, completely oblivious to the few kids that were already there, and grinned at Kendal before punching him right where he'd been shot with the needle. Kendal cursed loudly, grabbing his arm like that pansy he was while DJ and the others laughed loudly.
"Man, that hurt!" Kendal growled, glaring while DJ laughed, tears springing from his eyes. Kendal slammed his own fist into DJ's arm and the eighteen year old let out a yell, not realizing just how loud they were all being.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
The auditorium was filled with people who either looked like they really wanted to be somewhere else, or were in a hurry to get the vaccine. Calvin belonged in the former, and was slowly edging his way back to the door. His eyes flickered about wildly, trying to analyse everyone there as quickly as possible, to ascertain how many of them were threats of some kind.
All of them, obviously. That niggling little voice murmured. They're just trying to be less obvious about it at the moment. But you need to get out faster - that thing they're giving everyone must be some kind of poison. You don't want to be poisoned, do you?
"No..." Calvin said quietly.
A heavy hand settled on his shoulder, pushing him back to the line. One of the teachers. "Calvin Rivers, no matter how much you don't want this shot, everyone's having it. That means you as well."
Calvin started struggling, pulling towards the door, eyes wide as he was forced inexorably closer to the nurses. He saw some people laughing and pushing each other about out of the corner of one eye, then a bunch of teachers out of the other. They're all here to make sure you get the shot. And I'll bet they've got one with your name on it, Cal.
The nurse looked up at him, a bored, disinterested look in her eyes. "Calvin Rivers?" She asked, raising the syringe.
See? But before Calvin could properly protest, he'd been sat down, and the syringe stabbed into his arm. Rubbing the spot lightly, and glaring at all the people who'd obviously helped to poison him, Calvin started for the door again.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Envie rolled her eyes as she stood in the line. That bunch of neanderthals had just taken out half of the freshman population. Not that she cared, but the noise it caused sent her already throbbing head into uproar. Why the hell did she need a flu shot? In her intire life the only time she was ever considered "sick" was when her cursed sinuses would go apecrazy on her and lay her out in bed for two days. For Christ's sake, she only had the cold once and that was in elementary school. But as she was called to sit in the chair she sat quietly as the needle went in and came out. Thank God it was over.
As she left she glared down anyone in her way, who quickly scattered to avoid her. She never fought, but they knew good and well what had brought her to this school: She was a volunteer messenger of Death.
Once she was finally out of that cattle yard, she turned and nearly plowed down a ginger chick who was on her way into the mass chaos.
"Woah!" Envie said, stopping abruptly. "Watch it, will you?"
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
She was walking in the school's hallways, doing nothing and bored to death. It was a boring day, at least to her. She had nothing at all to do. But it was a nice day, apparently, there was not too much noise, at least where she was walking and the sun was giving all its light. The bad thing about that day aways that they were getting this stupid flu shot. She hated syringes, she considered a deadly weapon, not that they aren't, but she was a bit too careful with them. As she was walking towards the place where they were getting the vaccine, she bumped into a girl. Arie knew her, Envie. Her name said it all, she was known for something she didn't quite know but didn't want to either. As weird as that may sound. "Whoa! Watch it will you?" She said, or actually shouted.
"Oops, sorry, didn't mean to" Arie said, her voice trembling, Envie was too tough a bit too tough for her.
"Watch it next time" Envie said with a grimace and then went away.
She entered the small room and waited for the nurse to call her. "Arista Lowell" The nurse called.
"Here" she said, getting up to go sit on a small bed they had inside the room. And before she even had to time scream, a needle penetrated the skin and muscle tissue of her arm, but it was soon over.
"Ouch" Arie said quietly, trying hard not to cry. She went down the bed and ran out the room. but again she bumped into someone. Calvin this time.
"Oh, sorry" she said,still trying not to cry.
"Hey" He said.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
I stood by the door with my arms crossed over my chest, watching all the people get in line to receive their vaccines. I had already got mine, and my left arm was tingling a bit. I figured it was just the vaccine working. One particular person caught my eye. They looked scarred as hell! (this could be anyone) "Poor thing," I whispered with a grim smile on my face," this shot hurts a lot. I wonder if they'll cry." I shook my head and walked to the dark end of the room, where I perched myself against a wall and continued to watch that person. They were biting their nails and looked frantically across the room. I sighed. "Poor thing."
Name: Melissa Greene (Snipes if you want to get her mad)
Age:17
Personality: She’s very tactical. Thinks before she does anything. She notices everything. But very spiteful. She gets angry easily but is calm, she always takes her revenge after. If you get on her bad side she is complete evil. Literally evil. She was sent to the school for attempt murders with snipers (she has killed a person but she has already served her jail time), she takes her revenge without any mercy, when she tortures people she is completely happy and peaceful. But on her good side everyone loves her, the most friendly optimistic person.
Appearance: Her skin is without a blemish, beautifully tanned. She has lushes golden locks that go all the way to her back. She stands 5’9’. Her body is beautifully chiseled. She has accurate, nimble fingers. Her eyes are a deep blue.
Power: She controls heat and cold. Basically anything that has heat or coldness she can manipulate, for instance she can control water, fire, light,… anything that has a main source of heat or coldness. But using her powers takes some of her strength and energy away, that is why she must always be healthy and fit.
Other: She will never be up for love. Touch her and you’re toast.
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
Apparently, Calvin wasn't the only one who wanted to get out of the auditorium as soon as humanly possible. He had walked no further than the length of the corridor when someone barrelled into him, almost knocking him over.
"Oh, sorry." Arista mumbled, looking like she was about to cry.
It's gotta be some kind of trick. They can't actually be giving everyone the shot. He looked at her for a few moments. "Hey." He said, cautiously. He wasn't sure whether he could trust her, after all, this school was meant to be holding him - everyone else here was some kind of enemy in his eyes.
But maybe that wasn't the case with Arista, and maybe even a few others. She was obviously in pain, so they must have poisoned her as well. Still, he'd have to be careful. She could just be acting very, very convincingly. Well...two can play at that game.
Calvin smiled a little at her, nothing too much, there was nothing that could have set off one of his manic sessions at the moment. "Guess you, uh, don't like shots either, huh?" There was something else, though, that he knew he was forgetting. Today was the day they were getting their shots, but it was also meant to be something else, wasn't it?
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
