Cure to a Boring Life Chapter 1 by xXcreepyghostgirlXx, literature
Literature
Cure to a Boring Life Chapter 1
She stared up at her bedroom ceiling for a long time. It was dark and quiet, which gave Sicily a good chance to reflect on her life.
Sicily had the average teenage girl's life, she went to school, did homework, had friends, and really enjoyed cooking. But, she had grown bored of that life.
She wanted more, something new and exciting.But, she was stuck in a small town with no where to go and nothing to do. Sicily found comfort from this in fantasy books.
She always wished that she could be brave and save the world. Now that Sicily was almost a senior in high school, she felt that she was getting to
old to ever even have the chance to go
Cure to a Boring Life Chapter 1 by xXcreepyghostgirlXx, literature
Literature
Cure to a Boring Life Chapter 1
She stared up at her bedroom ceiling for a long time. It was dark and quiet, which gave Sicily a good chance to reflect on her life.
Sicily had the average teenage girl's life, she went to school, did homework, had friends, and really enjoyed cooking. But, she had grown bored of that life.
She wanted more, something new and exciting.But, she was stuck in a small town with no where to go and nothing to do. Sicily found comfort from this in fantasy books.
She always wished that she could be brave and save the world. Now that Sicily was almost a senior in high school, she felt that she was getting to
old to ever even have the chance to go
ELEMENTS OF MY VOICE
My Voice is like wind blowing through a meadow
It isn't angry like a hurricane
It isn't loud like thunder
My voice is the sound of knocking on hollow wood
It's not as sweet as a bird's song
It´s not swift like a coursing river
My voice is the whisper of leaves at night
It´s not forceful like a great typhoon
It's not terrifying like lighting
My voice is the lone tree on a desolate island
It isn't strong like an earthquake
It isn't weak like a rain drop
My voice is my self
It's not dull like a cloudy day
It's not mysterious like the moon
My voice is my past, present and future
I've toiled with anxiety
I've cried from all the stress
There's no stopping this awful thing
It's called a standardized test
I've sat and stared at the bubbles
I've read each line
There's no stopping this impending thing
Which we call a standardized test
I've finished math
I've only done 12 questions
There's no stopping the doom of this thing
Called a standardized test
I've read the boring paragraphs
I've answered all the questions
There's no stopping my immediate death
During a standardized test