Imperfect
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 5:09 pm
Hi there. This is my first post here although I've been a member for a while. I recently wrote this story whilst on holiday and decided to post it here to see what you guys think of it. Please post what you think of it and what you think I could improve as well as any questions you have. If you enjoy it I'll post more later. Anyway here's the story. Thanks in advance for any advice.
Imperfect part 1
My day, as it often does, begins with a shock as I wake abruptly from a nightmare which is all too realistic. Of course those dreams based on real events always seem to be. I have relived the events of that... Incident almost every night since it occurred. The headlights, the blaring horn and most of all the sheer blazing agony are all as fresh as if it happened only yesterday.
I gasp, realising I can't breathe through my nose, and heave myself out of bed. After downing a hay fever tablet I stumble into the showers, hoping it will help to loosen the accumulated mucus. In many ways I'm grateful that I'm not one of the kids here with cystic fibrosis: they have it ten times as bad as me and all year round to boot. My disability may be more noticeable and possibly more inconvenient but at least it isn't life threatening like CS.
Feeling marginally better I head back to my room and throw on my uniform. Stifling a yawn I head to class. Wasn't there supposed to be a new student arriving today or something?
I suppose by now you're wondering why I'm here right? My problem isn't really all that interesting- after an accident around 2 years ago I lost my left arm just below the elbow. The lower arm was deemed too badly mangled to attempt reattaching it. I've gotten used to the inconvenience over time although the stump still has moments of aching and itchiness.
A short walk later (along with a quick detour to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast) I arrive at my classroom. Reaching my desk I take a seat and crack the knuckles on my right hand against the desk (a bad habit of mine). As usual I'm fairly early, the only other student present being asleep at his desk. Over the next 10 minutes the rest of the class file in, chatting loudly amongst each other. Finally the teacher arrives and calls the class to order. "good morning class," She says, waiting for the class's response to die down before continuing "Today class we have a new student joining us. So please give a warm welcome to Miss Erica Anesis."
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Imperfect part 1
My day, as it often does, begins with a shock as I wake abruptly from a nightmare which is all too realistic. Of course those dreams based on real events always seem to be. I have relived the events of that... Incident almost every night since it occurred. The headlights, the blaring horn and most of all the sheer blazing agony are all as fresh as if it happened only yesterday.
I gasp, realising I can't breathe through my nose, and heave myself out of bed. After downing a hay fever tablet I stumble into the showers, hoping it will help to loosen the accumulated mucus. In many ways I'm grateful that I'm not one of the kids here with cystic fibrosis: they have it ten times as bad as me and all year round to boot. My disability may be more noticeable and possibly more inconvenient but at least it isn't life threatening like CS.
Feeling marginally better I head back to my room and throw on my uniform. Stifling a yawn I head to class. Wasn't there supposed to be a new student arriving today or something?
I suppose by now you're wondering why I'm here right? My problem isn't really all that interesting- after an accident around 2 years ago I lost my left arm just below the elbow. The lower arm was deemed too badly mangled to attempt reattaching it. I've gotten used to the inconvenience over time although the stump still has moments of aching and itchiness.
A short walk later (along with a quick detour to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast) I arrive at my classroom. Reaching my desk I take a seat and crack the knuckles on my right hand against the desk (a bad habit of mine). As usual I'm fairly early, the only other student present being asleep at his desk. Over the next 10 minutes the rest of the class file in, chatting loudly amongst each other. Finally the teacher arrives and calls the class to order. "good morning class," She says, waiting for the class's response to die down before continuing "Today class we have a new student joining us. So please give a warm welcome to Miss Erica Anesis."
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