Spring DWA

The Jailhouse

As  I stand behind this clear glass door, there to mock me, and block out any means of escape. You have trapped me in this prison, you may not call it that, but to me, it is. You put this door here to show how close I am to outside world, and made it glass to show me. You have padlocked it, tightened it, and made the glass impenetrable, you made it so tall its glass connects with the ceiling. I watch as pigeon flies  by, I hopelessly wish to become that pigeon. It lands on the ground and slowly walks over to my door, almost as if signifying to not give up hope find a way out. You deceived me, made this building look so beautiful and lure me in, and imprisoning me once I was far enough in.

 You threw away the key so nobody would find it. During the time you were gone I have imagined you taking my riches and spending them, wasting them, cluttering my house with stupid toys. I imagine you in my dreams, us fighting. You on the losing side and I would always win. When I wake up though, you are nothing but a slippery image.  Cars roll on by and I would love for you to be in one, to crash and suddenly I am out of here. That pigeon leaves my sight as clouds roll in, allowing me to even feel more dreary. This clear glass door is the only thing letting me see the world. Although, there are five doors, including this one. That would normally be easy to break out of, but somehow, you put something massive, in front of each and every one. I have no intention of committing suicide, not until this world is rid of  you.

There must be a way out of this place because the food supply is never ending. Every day I eat it all, and every next day it is all back, some days with new varieties. The worst part is the loneliness, no one to talk to. Nobody to feel, to touch, to compliment me or criticize me. The door is beginning to get wet, as the clouds start dripping with tears. I believe that every night when I go to sleep our men come in and place food in the freezer, or the pantry. So there is a way in, or out. I have known you my whole life, know you inside and out, better than anybody else. You think you are unpredictable, maybe to the untrained, but I can tell. You wouldn't place a passageway underground, from the beginning of our experiments you always said the underground wouldn't work. Always used in movies, or books, there was even the underground railroad. So no. There is no way you would allow your men to come in from the underground. Leaves on trees start to shake as the storm gets worse, even some trees are swiftly swaying in the wind. Underground is out of the question. So are the doors, your men couldn't push the colossal objects blocking the door from opening and then pushing it back after they leave. Too mean, too much work. You must have carefully tricked me into thinking there was no way out. I have to think. You are probably spending , my money beyond the stars. The longer I stay in here, the less a chance I have of surviving once I get out. The other night I heard a scuffling, maybe a meager rat has come here. If its in, then I can get out.

The sky is letting its full power out, I could not have imagined such tremendous force coming from the clouds. They float high in the sky, yet, they can still fill up lakes, bury towns, and water crops for farms. I wonder if the clouds are trying to help my escape, blow this impenetrable prison down. I hear the wind screeching by the house, making an eerie sound. However, one that doesn’t scare me.

I see the trees you have planted start to blow over. One is even ripped right from the ground. Seeing this, I can imagine a cow flying into the air, one if the classics. I guess I still have a bit of a childish brain. As I look outside I see world is now coated in gray except for brief flashes of light. In one second all of the sounds stopped, as if they were gathering their bearings. And as suddenly as they stopped, they began again. Almost as if focusing on the house. Unleashing their full power on it. I hear the roof breaking away. This I am not sure of.  The wind blows it breaks the glass window. I instantly cover my face as the glass flies my way. The skin on my arm is torn apart, but this barely bothers me because I am aware of an escape.

Lightning zapped the house and I immediately smell smoke. I know a fire is coming so I jump outside. The feeling of rain shocks me. Its cold hard drops sting as they touch my face, but I realize I must stay. I need to watch this house, this prison, be burnt to the ground. It burns faster than I expected it to. Like the flick of a switch all of the elements turned off. No more rain. No more lightning. No more winds. No more clouds. Light flooded the skies.  Shading the world in intense color, almost signifying my mood. I hope you now know, that I am coming after you. Every second you read this.

The "Cool group

Bill needed to be cool. He worked at being cool most of his time. Eventually he starts to spend all his time trying to be cool. After that he will start doing drugs because the cool kids do it. A "cool kid". That's what everybody wants to be. Not just an outsider, but somebody accepted into the cool group. Although sometimes, that's not where the best kids, or teens, are. The cool group isn't always the right group. This is shown in Lois Duncan's novel "Killing Mr. Griffin".

These so called "cool kids" could be doing drugs or worse. In the book sue is lonely and has a crush on a popular boy. Now this boy has some friends have a plan that wouldn't be considered legal. They get the popular boy , David, to ask the girl out. Only because they need her in their plot. She is so excited to be "cool" that she doesn't notice the insanely wrong things the boys are doing. For one as they are explaining their plot to her one of the boys is smoking some drugs. If Sue wasn't tipped off that these boys are dopes she is blinded by being popular. In the book she is shown to be kind and shy but that isn't always the case. David and his friends want her to help kidnap their teacher because he is too tough.

People don’t just kidnap someone they don't like. They wanted to scare him. Common sense. That is a little over  the top. It's not like he's trying to be mean. During the book Mr. Griffin even talked about how much he cared about his students. They didn't figure out that he had a heart condition that was life-threatening! Maybe if Sue had not been brainwashed by being cool she might have thought  for a second longer. The outcome may have greatly changed because of this.

Just as Sue was blinded, so was David.  Maybe not for the same reason. One of his closest friends is almost described as able to control minds. The author doesn't say this but quote " He had a strange glint in his eyes any time he had a plan" which wasn't very often. He can use words to mask peoples fear or anger into another emotion. He talked David into this plan. He and Sue realized that this was catastrophic. Too bad that was too late. If anybody "non-cool" asked him, it is almost certain he would've said no. But popularity can be everything, even in the nuttiest situations.

This story takes place while the kids are in high school. This is the age where the cool kids get everything, and all the kids want to be one. This also takes place in middle school. Kids will do drugs or worse just to be cool, the selfishly might take things from other people to be popular. Although , the cool kids are usually the ones who end up working at burger king when they're forty. So sometimes, the cool crowd, isn't always the right one.