Friday, August 11, 2006
New Beginning 65
The Midnight Diaries
Ms. Price stands in front of our class, arms folded, and waits. Nobody dares to move. Twenty-two pairs of eyes stare unblinking at Ms. Price. All twenty-two pairs of lips remain sealed. And all twenty-two sets of arms and hands rest neatly on their desks. Except mine. My eyes turn downward, and I feel my right arm fight off gravity and rise into the air as if a puppet master is gently tugging it upwards with a string.
Classmates squirm in their seats. A cough. The weight of my arm sends pain signals to my brain as though I am holding the entire class up in the palm of my hand which, in a strange way, I am. It is so quiet, I can hear the second hand on the wall clock in the back of the room as it tick tick ticks a lap around the dial.
“Ms. Price, don’t punish the whole class. I have finished the assignment!”
“Well, finally,” Ms. Price says.
I open my backpack and take out a pair of eyes, of lips, of arms and hands. I arrange them neatly on my desk. At last, we have twenty-three complete sets.
Classmates sigh in relief.
Whew. I might just get an “A”!
Opening: John Frain.....Continuation: Allison Morin
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