Dimensions.

This was a spontaneous, on the spot kind of thing and I don't know if it tuned out as good as I thought it would. Writing isn't one of my strengths so I'm working hard at that. This is a rough draft and when I wrote it, I thought nothing of it. I guess I start out a story with a picture in my head, which is just how I start out a painting, sketch or a drawing. Here it is:


It was a rainy, muddy day. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and the clouds were a deep shade of gray. The weather set off the right mood for a Monday morning. I could feel the mud on the soles of my black Converse sneakers. They sunk in every time I stepped in a puddle of mud. I tried to avoid the mud and stepped onto grass instead. It looked as if I was hopping from stone to stone.
I was on my way to first period; English. I was especially taking my time today because I did not complete my homework and I was notorious for that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friends Cuyler and Griffin.
“Hey!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You guys, come over here!” I frantically waved them over with one hand; the hand that wasn’t carrying my schoolbag.
The three rushed over. “What’s up?” Cuyler asked, smiling. His teeth were extremely white and perfectly straight. Then he paused and saw the look on my face. “Lemme guess, you forgot your homework!”
“Yes, can someone please let me copy their work?” I asked frantically. The rain felt cold against my bare skin. I guess it wasn’t such a great idea to wear a short-sleeved shirt on this day. “Hurry up!” I added.
Griffin handed me a white sheet of folder paper with his tiny, neat handwriting on it. This would take me forever! I groaned and threw up my hands in frustration. As I did this, there was a large gust of wind and the thin paper flew right out of my hand.
“Noooo!” Griffin wailed. I worked so hard on that last night!”
Cuyler ran after the paper. Griffin and I followed close behind. But we knew it was no use. The paper could be on the other side of school by now. We stood there panting. We didn’t say a word; we already knew we were in deep trouble. Griffin’s paper was gone and we were all soaking wet. Our socks were also brown because of the mud.
Cuyler sighed. “Well, I guess that’s it, we better get to class.” He looked horrible. His usually wavy hair was wet and stringy. His orange Family Guy shirt was as wet as a dishwashing rag.
“Wait a minute!” Cuyler exclaimed. “What’s that?” He was pointing to a basket with a red, plaid cloth over it. He rushed over and took the cloth of carelessly. Inside were twelve, red apples.
We each shrugged and took one. We walked to class in the pouring rain, not bothering to rush because we were already soaked. I quickly put the apple in my bag and walked into class. Oh no, the teacher was collecting homework!
She walked over, her black high-heeled shoes clicking with every step. The teacher blocked me by standing in the doorway. She held out her hand, which meant she needed my homework. I gave her a weak smile, dug around in my school bag and put a bright, shiny apple in her outstretched hand.

There are lots of dimensions in this story. Only I, the author understand this because this is based on what goes on in my life. This has absolutely nothing to do with school, missing homework or apples. Instead, each item and person represents something. First off, the weather. It represents a bad day. Such as when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Secondly, the people. These people, Cuyler and Griffin are parts of my brain. I gave Cuyler the role of the mussed-up, artistic part of my mind whereas Griffin is the neat, organized part of my mind. (They are real people but they don't nessecarily act like this.) They make such a great mix and they make up one thing, how I think. Next is the missing homework, this represents all the people that had caused trouble in my life and had left me hanging. The apples represent the exact opposite, my besties. They try to help me through on rainy days. The teacher is basically the people that think they know me but do not. She only knows one side of me which is an irresponsible, unorganized person but in reality, i am so much more. I hope that made sense to you and if you read the story over again thinking of the things that represent the parts of my life, you would surely understand it. I hope you liked it. :)

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