A Storm of Words
Percy
Words swirled everywhere. Their black and white uniform teasing me in every direction, chattering scornfully, smirking in my ear.
I have dyslexia as some would call it. I consider it an opportunity to completely humiliate myself. The words swarmed everywhere, outnumbering and overpowering.
The sky overhead was a misty grey. It seemed to be building up its anger and tension. The clouds were coming together forming an army of force, almost ready to let out a huge wave of energy and destruction.
My head felt just like that right now as I sat in my English class staring out the window. Everyone else was reading Act II of A Midsummer Night's Dream but the words in the book seemed like a jumbled mess swirling like a tornado. Helena, Egeus, solemnities, revels, Oberon, Flute, bow strings….O spite! The words flew off the page and danced around me, mocking me every way I turned. My head seemed ready to burst from the tornado of words flying around. It seemed like a cloud that formed in the back of my mind and each time I even just glanced at the page it would grow larger and stronger and would overpower my mind so the letters weren't even letters anymore!
The sky gave a growl as a deep roll of thunder passed by and I could feel it ready to release the clouds of anger that had outnumbered the blue sky.
Then I heard someone call my name. It was my teacher. "Mr. Jackson please begin the Mechanics' scene."
My face grew hot. I could feel it turn red, my face and neck burning. My hands started to get sweaty and kept shaking as if they were vibrating. I could feel my hair against my forehead, my bangs hanging just over my eyes. I couldn't do it. It just wasn't possible. Whenever I even just took a glance at a page my eyes would play tricks on me and the black and white text would outnumber my senses. Even my ears would hear the hushed whispers of the black and white words gossiping. All 47 pairs of eyes turned to look at me.
"Mr. Jackson please begin with Quince's line"
I could feel that cloud building in my mind overpowering everything else. My mind turned into that grey misty sky. A tornado overcoming everything else. The words outnumbered me. The black and white text outnumbered me. The 47 pairs of eyes outnumbered me. Those clouds of anger outnumbered my already confused mind.
I couldn't take it. All the teasing black and white shapes appeared and started whispering insults in my ears. The whiteness of the pages over took my eyes and I blanked out. The tornado of anger, embarrassment, tension, and humiliation outnumbered and overtook everything else. And then, I just burst.
I can't exactly recall what happened but I do remember at the same time my head basically exploded so did the sky. All the built up anger and humiliation poured out, drowning everything else. The power and energy just fell to the ground with the thundering rain. It just burst and the rain came down with it, like an army, piercing everything it touched.
My mind poured out in the same manner. I can't remember anything else except the rain, the rain, getting revenge outnumbering everything else.
I have recovered now but still, to this day, it is the words, the black and white text, that overpowers and outnumbers everything else. It is my worst enemy.