w00t! go me! i finally have something. yes, it's true. i actually have two something's because i got on a roll. don't worry, they're less than 500 words each. well, the second one's 517 words but that's nothing. before i post here's something for the original topic. short and sweet.
I'm lost. I'm so unbelieveably lost it's not even funny. I know I'm somewhere in Manhattan but I have no idea where. Maybe I can find someone to point the way...
ok, now to the other topic. that topic being "lost".
first one:
Hailey tapped her pencil against the desk, a frown creasing her forehead as she glared down at the test before her. Pre-Calculus was slowly becoming her demise. Logarithms to be more specific. She sighed and stilled her pencil, gripping it tightly and rereading the question.
11. Suppose that x=logA and that y=logB. Write the following expressions in terms of x and y.
(a) log(AB)
(a) log(A³ * √B)
(c) log(A B)
She lowered her pencil lead to the paper and paused, blinking at the question once more, What? What kind of question is
that? Is there even an answer for something like that?
Chewing on the end of her pencil, she glanced around the classroom. The other students were studiously scribbling away on their tests. With a grimace, Hailey pulled the pencil from her mouth and started tapping it against the desk once more as she shifted in the hard plastic chair in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. The clock above the blackboard at the front of the room told her that she had twenty more minutes on the test. Someone near the front of the room coughed quietly. Papers rustled as a few turned the pages on the test. The genius of the class rose to his feet and pencils stilled. All eyes turned towards him but he didnt seem to notice as he walked confidently towards the teachers desk with his test in hand. The class seemed to hold its breath as he slowly placed his test face down on the desk. His fingers left the paper and the students hunched over in their seats, once more scratching furiously at their tests. Hailey rolled her eyes and picked up her tapping again, Its not a race, yall.
The boy next to her leaned across the aisle, whispering, Can you stop tapping your pencil? Its distracting.
Oh, sorry.
The boy grunted and turned back to his test, ignoring her. She looked at the problem that was causing all her anguish. It was mocking her. She could tell. It existed only to cause her frustration and pain. She wanted to wail. She didnt get it. She didnt understand it. It was useless. She was lost. She might as well give up and admit defeat. She let her head fall to the desk, ignoring the other students who had finished and were merrily skipping up to turn it in. It had to be a conspiracy. The world was against her. Mathematicians were out to get her. Tears were stinging at her eyes and she squeezed her eyes shut. She would not cry. It would get her nowhere to shed tears. She had to finish. She wouldnt let the mathematicians have the last left. She took a deep breath, lifted her head, and read the problem once more.
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and the second:
So, here I am. Out in the woods in the middle of nowhere with nothing but my hiking boots, the shorts and t-shirt I have on, and half a canteen of water. Its getting on close to midnight and before you ask, no, Im
not camping. What am I doing? Well, the simple answer is that I was hiking. What Im doing now? Thats debatable. I guess you could say Im conserving my energy or that Im star-gazing
but its cloudy and I have energy to spare. You could also say that Im Snipe hunting
in the forests of northern California. That would be a lie though. Im geographically misplaced right now. In short, Im lost.
Yup, me, a seasoned hiker, is officially lost. I admit it now. I had denied it at first. I mean, who wouldve believed it? I never get lost but here I am, alone in the woods in the middle of the night and completely unprepared. I shouldve learned. I was always told to Be Prepared but Im not. It was not in my plans to get lost today. I didnt ask for it to happen. I didnt ask to take an unmarked trail. I didnt ask to get so lost that I couldnt find my way back. And I certainly didnt ask to fall down a small cliff type thing and break my leg. I didnt ask for a lot of things to happen to me in life but theyve happened and now I have to deal with it.
Its kind of weird to be out here by myself. Gives one a lot of time to think things over. Makes you wish youd done things differently, you know? I know, its only been a couple of hours but when you dont know where you are and youre injured you think a lot. Theres so much I want to do with my life. Normal things. Like, get a pay raise, get married and have a family, and eat more ice cream. I really love ice cream. Especially mint chocolate chip. Thats my favorite.
I can hear things out here. Not weird things, just nature things. I can hear the wind stir even when its not strong enough for me to feel. The leaves rustle with it. Its like the forest is alive. The nightlife is loud. You probably think Im crazy. Everyone says how peaceful and quiet the forest is at night. Its not. Its loud. Crickets, frogs, owls, mice, snakes, wild cats, and wolves all come out of hiding and add their song to the night. Its nerve-wrecking to hear a twig snap nearby but not be able to find the source of the noise. The pain is the worst though. Every time I move my leg its like a thousand little daggers stabbing my flesh. Its indescribable.
Maybe when morning comes Ill drag myself back up that cliff I fell off of. Maybe Ill find my way back to the Rangers Station. Maybe my life will be changed. Maybe Ill eat a whole bowl of mint chocolate chip ice. Maybe
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okay, i know they're not the greatest but i wrote them both in the span of about 20 minutes.