Just to say that I am trying to improve my writing skills by writing this short story. Maximum Ride and her flock Created by Jame Patterson. Lorna created by me, Em. And, Accidents Happen. Review please.
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Lorna thought she would be lucky if she got through the day alive.
So far so good, she made a mental note to collect her Science Essay from Mr. Hare as she plugged in her earphones into her lime green super-thin I-pod. She literally jumped into the bus; her arms full with books and her bag slumped over her shoulder. Her dark hair was half covering her face and she took a seat at the back of the bus.
Lorna blinked and turned up the volume of her I-pod. And sat further down her seat. The bus started to move as she heard the loud noises of disapproval. Lorna sat up straighter and removed one of her earpieces.
A group of teenager about Lorna's age enter from the front of the Bus and handed over their tickets. The girls, and Lorna's eyes travelled down to their extremely short skirt and as she did so, her eyebrows raised, were making some very sarcastic faces as the boys kept back from laughing. They were getting closer to where Lorna sat. The three boys were pushing each other around the alleyway of the bus and several other passengers gave them ferocious looks.
And soon it was just another memory in Lorna's mind and soon Lorna was exciting the bus feeling lower than she did when she woke up.
"Lorna Grace. Your turn, Miss Grace." Came Mrs. Dell's voice booming through Lorna's thoughts. Lorna, grinding her teeth, pushed herself off of the seat.
Lorna took place behind the microphone and looked down at her notes. She could feel all eyes on her and as she looked up her dark brown hair, like always, concealed half of her surroundings.
"I could tell you, right now, that I actually hate Chemistry. But I could also tell you stories of my life. Of wolf men chasing me around a playground. Tell you to imagine me being testing on… Scientists in white lab coats taking my blood, taking skin samples. Of these Scientists putting me in a maze. Making me run for my life, not just run to catch a ball or running away from an enraged sibling. Tell you to put a image in your mind of me watching failed experiments die, right next to me as I try to tell them about the blue sky and the fact that I will kill everyone of those sick freaks that had hurt them someday. That one day I will tell a classroom full of normal people, people who worry about next weeks English test or if they should choose pink or purple nail polish. Who actually cares when you can't get close to human beings? After all, up to the age of twelve, I didn't know any body else apart from sick freaks that torture and test on helpless babies. I know of Maximum Ride and her flock who, like me, have wings. Have two percent of bird DNA. I know that when I was twelve, just ready to die, she helped me escape. Accidents happen. People die. Bullets fly, knives stab, fire burns. Needles and electricity and claws and teeth and the sound of whimpering kills too. People kill. And people save others. You don't have to kill. It isn't kill or be killed all the time. And at the moment, we are all killing something. We are killing the whole of the world population. More information at Maximum-X dot com."
And Lorna stepped down and the whole class was silent. She thought that she made a point.