cheeseo
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Ok, taking a bit of a leap of faith here, but something tells me I need to try posting this. It's really strange to find myself writing, largely because my english scores are never very high to begin with. One thing I need to know is if I have any talent at all the only feedback I have thus far is parental which, though it may be trusted, isn't always correct and it could just be mom being happy her child is doing something creative. So, here goes...(as a side note, this is the begining of the book I am attempting to write.)
“Miss Materson, I would like to see you after class.” declared Mister Douglas to the entire class.
“What did I do?” Clair yelped in protest.
“You will have to come after class to find out.” Mr. Douglas replied with a slight grin.
Try as she might Clair simply could not shake the sense that she was about to be unjustly punished for something she never did. Her history teacher Mr. Douglas was one of the well liked teachers at the school, mostly because he never ended a day with a ‘meet me after class’, so this was really throwing Clair for a curve. Every time she sees him she’s kind of freaked out, he’s always staring at her. He tries to hide it by looking away at the last second, but she always sees this happen. When she remembered this her mind began to wander around what that might mean. That was far from helpful; now not only was she worried that she was about to be unjustly punished, but now she had it in her mind that being unjustly punished would be the better ending to this day.
“Class dismissed!” Mr. Douglas shouted over the bell. “Don’t forget to read chapters thirteen and fourteen tonight!” he yelled over the bustle of everyone leaving. Clair took the opportunity the confusion created to attempt to get away which was thwarted by a call above the noise: “Not you Clair, stay here a bit, I would like to talk to you.”
This was the end! She was doomed! Doomed!!! “Oh relax, you aren’t in any trouble.” Mr. Douglas tried to calm her nerves, however this did just the opposite. At that she tensed up even more. “Uhh…Clair? Are you feeling all right?” he asked.
“So…umm…what exactly am I here for?” she asked in reply.
“Ahh yes, I was going to ask you if you would like to hear a story I have been working on for a while now. I can’t ask just anybody, I tend to be paranoid about people stealing my idea for themselves.”
“So what makes you trust me?” she began. “I might just take the idea for myself anyway.”
“I doubt you would do that. Your eyes are very much like that of an old friend of mine. She was very trustworthy, and thus I find myself willing to trust you.” He answered staring off into space with a dumb grin on his face.
“So what’s this story about? Some kind of history lesson?”
“I guess you could say that, but it’s more fantasy then anything else. Also I should warn you, it’s a very long story, I won’t be able to finish it in one day.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It means that you will have to come back if you want to hear more.” the history teacher finished with a wink.
“That’s it? You just want to tell me a story? Nothing else?” she questioned.
“Should there be?” he replied.
“No, just making sure.” she said.
“Would you like to start today?”
After a short pause she gave her reply, “Sure, why not?”
“You seem a little hesitant, but every good thing in this life starts with a little step of faith. Ok, in that case you should call your parents and tell them you are going to be a little late coming home. I can give you a lift if you need it.”
“Sounds good, I’ll give them a call now.” She finished as the walked to the back of the classroom pulling out her cell. After a few minutes she returned saying that she had to be home by six for dinner. “Now then, shall we start?” she asked
“Ok, follow me then.”
“Where are we going? She questioned suddenly suspicious.
“The roof, after all, nothing can beat a good story accompanied by a good view.” he explained as he made his way out of the classroom. A few seconds passed and she weighed her decision: she didn’t really know what waited for her up there, but something nagged at her heart, something told her this was important, she had to follow, she had to hear.
As soon as they arrived on the roof the story began. “This story, like any good fantasy story, is about a great hero. Set apart at birth to lead the people around him into bliss and harmony, can’t get much more cheesy then that right?. The one thing that makes this character different from everyone around him is that he is old, but doesn’t appear to be any older then myself. When I say he is old I mean that he has been around since the beginning of the earth. Taught from the age of twelve how to be a leader, he was the greatest lord that land ever had. This story is the story of the legend known as Yenos.
“Miss Materson, I would like to see you after class.” declared Mister Douglas to the entire class.
“What did I do?” Clair yelped in protest.
“You will have to come after class to find out.” Mr. Douglas replied with a slight grin.
Try as she might Clair simply could not shake the sense that she was about to be unjustly punished for something she never did. Her history teacher Mr. Douglas was one of the well liked teachers at the school, mostly because he never ended a day with a ‘meet me after class’, so this was really throwing Clair for a curve. Every time she sees him she’s kind of freaked out, he’s always staring at her. He tries to hide it by looking away at the last second, but she always sees this happen. When she remembered this her mind began to wander around what that might mean. That was far from helpful; now not only was she worried that she was about to be unjustly punished, but now she had it in her mind that being unjustly punished would be the better ending to this day.
“Class dismissed!” Mr. Douglas shouted over the bell. “Don’t forget to read chapters thirteen and fourteen tonight!” he yelled over the bustle of everyone leaving. Clair took the opportunity the confusion created to attempt to get away which was thwarted by a call above the noise: “Not you Clair, stay here a bit, I would like to talk to you.”
This was the end! She was doomed! Doomed!!! “Oh relax, you aren’t in any trouble.” Mr. Douglas tried to calm her nerves, however this did just the opposite. At that she tensed up even more. “Uhh…Clair? Are you feeling all right?” he asked.
“So…umm…what exactly am I here for?” she asked in reply.
“Ahh yes, I was going to ask you if you would like to hear a story I have been working on for a while now. I can’t ask just anybody, I tend to be paranoid about people stealing my idea for themselves.”
“So what makes you trust me?” she began. “I might just take the idea for myself anyway.”
“I doubt you would do that. Your eyes are very much like that of an old friend of mine. She was very trustworthy, and thus I find myself willing to trust you.” He answered staring off into space with a dumb grin on his face.
“So what’s this story about? Some kind of history lesson?”
“I guess you could say that, but it’s more fantasy then anything else. Also I should warn you, it’s a very long story, I won’t be able to finish it in one day.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It means that you will have to come back if you want to hear more.” the history teacher finished with a wink.
“That’s it? You just want to tell me a story? Nothing else?” she questioned.
“Should there be?” he replied.
“No, just making sure.” she said.
“Would you like to start today?”
After a short pause she gave her reply, “Sure, why not?”
“You seem a little hesitant, but every good thing in this life starts with a little step of faith. Ok, in that case you should call your parents and tell them you are going to be a little late coming home. I can give you a lift if you need it.”
“Sounds good, I’ll give them a call now.” She finished as the walked to the back of the classroom pulling out her cell. After a few minutes she returned saying that she had to be home by six for dinner. “Now then, shall we start?” she asked
“Ok, follow me then.”
“Where are we going? She questioned suddenly suspicious.
“The roof, after all, nothing can beat a good story accompanied by a good view.” he explained as he made his way out of the classroom. A few seconds passed and she weighed her decision: she didn’t really know what waited for her up there, but something nagged at her heart, something told her this was important, she had to follow, she had to hear.
As soon as they arrived on the roof the story began. “This story, like any good fantasy story, is about a great hero. Set apart at birth to lead the people around him into bliss and harmony, can’t get much more cheesy then that right?. The one thing that makes this character different from everyone around him is that he is old, but doesn’t appear to be any older then myself. When I say he is old I mean that he has been around since the beginning of the earth. Taught from the age of twelve how to be a leader, he was the greatest lord that land ever had. This story is the story of the legend known as Yenos.