This is just a simple story I wrote in my English class, a friend of mine said it was good. I just found it in an older notebook of mine, thought I'd post it. There's no real plot, it's more of a almost-story. One that I said "Hey, this'll be really good!" And I got ultimate writer's block. Anyway, here it is, for your enjoyment.... or amusement! Reinvent the Heartbeat Chapter one (?); I breathe in and pretend like I'm working. I hate school, not for the normal reasons, though. I hate it because the teachers force creativity out of you. They force you to tell them what you know somehow. But, I don't know how. They want you to tell them how you learn; but they don't ever teach that way. The way you need to be taught to learn. My eyes flutter, I'm getting drowsy. The substitute looks my direction. She sees me writing and doesn't give it a second thought. But, I'm not working on one of these million essay assignments. They're far too simple for my standard of writing. I'm only documenting what this puke-orange room looks like. The kid next to me tries to tickle me and see what I'm writing. I don't like him. I wonder for a brief second if my boyfriend could have a "talk" with him. The hippo-like sub struggles to get out of her chair, and when she finally does, she stomps straight over to the boy at the end of my row. I fish out another piece of loose-leaf paper and glance at the large clock above Hippo's head as she stands at the end of my row and lectures the boy. Half an hour until my lunch. I cannot wait, I wish it was sooner. My arm aches from keeping it in such a locked position. I take a quick break and stretch. Crack my knuckles, and yawn. I'm about to fall asleep, I try to keep writing, but I think I'm getting carpal tunnel. I finished another piece of paper, front and back. The bell for the next lunch rings. Mine is next, so close. Hippo yells at one of my classmates, but I barely pay any attention. It's just one of those "scene" kids, they don't deserve real attention. I sit up and my necklace jingles. I'm already sick of school and it's only the fourth week. I tug my hoodie's sleeves farther down my wrists, I'm cold. I yawn again, stuggling to remain awake. Some girl walks past our open class room door. She curse the idiot savants in the back of our classrom remarks, "That was some choice language," or, "My mom says that's a sinner's mouth!" The blonde scene kid walks to the door as Hippo instructs him to sit. "Wash that mouth out with soap!" He calls after the random girl. Looking back at Hippo's angry face, he states, "I was gonna go regulate." She struts back to the front of the class after he sits. She picks up a few essays and looks at them, I pray she doesn't read mine. It looks like she's only reading the troublemakers'. I hear one of the idiots in the say something rude to girl behind him. Hippo walks to the other side of the room and reads another. The lunch bell finally rings.