((so, I'm trying something new. I'm looking at myself and imagining how I will be in the future and what my future self will think of how I am now. It sounds weird I know, but basically it is just me taking parts of my life, basing a character off of myself and in some ways how I see myself, and adding it to the flair of a story line. This is just the first three Paragraphs. I just started it and I want some feedback on the first paragraphs because they really kind of set up some underlying theme that will be in the whole story. Who knows I might trash this, but I'm actually going to try to write about myself for once so I might not. Just tell me what you think and if I should keep going.))
The Fire Alarm is Going off. Time to Update My Status.
My Life and other Pitiful Things
By: Rory Legend
Do you know something that has always really bothered me? Those twisty tie things they put in toy’s packaging. Because just in case you want to steal the toy and you make it past the plastic and cardboard and tape without getting caught they really want to trip you up by making you untwist this little plastic strips from around the toy to get it out of the packaging. They just seem like such a useless invention.
I mean, I’m sure they are bad for the environment what with being plastic and bendy at the same time; and they don’t dull the ends of them. Those things are dangerous, they poke your fingers. Then there is the simple fact that they are just so darn hard to untwist. And do they even have a name? How would I search them in Google? Twisty/Bendy annoying things in kid’s toys? I don’t think so. I know they aren’t twist ties, they may be related to twist ties, but they are definitely not the things you use at the grocery store to hold backs of fruits and vegetables closed.
These thoughts raced through my head on Christmas morning last year as I tried to open my younger sister’s fairy riding on a pony toy. My finger tips were raw with frustration and I had thrown the toy a few times. That’s when I realized that if the world was a huge Barbie Dream House before it got opened, then I was just a stupid little twisty thing holding down the book case in the library that Barbie never uses anyway. The thing that really annoys parents when they open the box and realize there aren’t any scissors around and Susie wants to play with her dream house NOW. I had no real purpose and I felt like I was dangerously close to ending up in the garbage can next to a half eaten pizza crust.
Of course the first step of anything is denial. I told myself not to worry because after all I do have over 300 Facebook friends. And that is a lot of friends. So I logged onto my Facebook. I needed a status update anyway. I thought I would look at my Facebook, really look at it and then I would know for sure that I was alright.
I was involved in a lot of things then, volleyball, soccer, drama, and occasionally key club. I had good friends and I went to the basketball games. I even knew that one day I wanted to direct movies. I told myself it was just my daily freak out-mental melt down that I needed to keep life interesting.
And so I looked at my Facebook, really looked at it.
