1st Writing Piece:

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why I didn’t enjoy that time. Those days, those hours, those minutes all just seem like a blur to me. Sometimes I can’t help but look back at that time and just feel a brush of sentimental sadness like a chill crawling up my back. I remember that feeling I got when I hopped off the airplane. “A New Beginning” was a chapter that had just begun right as my feet touched the ground in a place halfway across the world.

As I exited the airport, I could feel the energy waving and dancing around me as a new found excitement took the place of boredom and monotony. As nightfall came, I gazed out the huge glass window of our modern long-term hotel and was amazed by the million lights that dotted through the skyline. A few series of fireworks burst through the night. The constant beautiful booms and lights illuminated the already bright city as I fell asleep. This free firework show continued right outside our window every night. I miss the bright lights. I miss the crazy tall skyscrapers. I miss the energy. I miss everything.

2nd Writing Piece:

I jumped up awake as the alarming sound coming from my phone screaming and buzzing at me, telling me to wake up. I swiped to the right disarming the alarm clock and laid back down. Five minutes later, another piercing sound awakened me again. I suddenly remembered that I had set three consecutive five minute alarms last night, making sure I would definitely get up in time. I swiped right again, knowing that the third one would definitely do its work. And yet it did, as the vibration and bell sounds jolted me awake again; my day had just begun.

I then remembered that I had a dance performance that night. I have this crazy theory that if I wanted to do well on stage, everything during the day had to be perfect. Don’t ask me why, but it’s just like that. I had to be very careful in order to do this.

The chilly breeze blew back my hair as I hopped down from my airplane and entered the modern high tech building that is called Cary Academy. As I breathed in the scent of success, I walked through the metal detectors and pressed my hand up on the hand print sensor. The blue arrows on the sensor detected a yes and opened up the electronic gate that let me go through.

My fuchsia 10 inch knee high boots clicked against the crystal floor as it became certain to me that the 2205 style was making a comeback. I floated through the halls on my air glider and observed all the tall people that used to be 8^th grade classes. I chuckled at the 219 pictures that filled up the halls and thought about how much the building has changed through time.

To think that Cary Academy used to be made of bricks and columns really still surprises me until this day. As I entered my first period classrooms I could see everyone typing away on their invisible keyboards that led to no laptop or computer, but simply just a brain. We all have microchips that were planted straight into our heads since we were a child. That is where we store all of our information from school. I observed how a single silver wire that connected from the teachers head to a huge speaker as small as a nail could load an entire train of thoughts. The robo-speaker spoke every word that the teacher was thinking and taught the class for us.

The alarm went off in our microchips and the entire class glided off into the next classrooms on our air glider and I thought to myself quietly. “How could people have survived by using their feet to walk everywhere?”