[fic] Futuristic Orange: Gravity Visor
Wow, it's already the seventh? Amazing. I remember when I was freaking out over the M3, and Michan/Shamuon's new CD coming out... as if it were yesterday.
Anyway, I'm starting to write the "first draft" of my writing homework. It's supposed to be a short story, with a simple plot. However... I don't write "simple" things. I've condensed the plot as much as I could, so each section should take about a page and a half.
I'll be posting the section as I write them, each with an individual post. I've planned six sections total, with a possible ?? section. I'm almost positive I can write it all today. It's so simple, though it took almost ten pages of notes to write out (more like nine).
Anyway, no little "setup" thingy, 'cause I'm too lazy, and this is just a draft |D
As it being a draft, I haven't gone over spelling, or sentence structure, etc.
section one「Laramie」
Early in the morning, there wasn't much time between when Joel came home and when his daughter, Laramie, opened a verbal flame war.
She had swung open her bedroom door and had come into the living room, her father exhausted on the couch, close to passing out. Her face was as red as her hair and her teeth were grit tightly. When Joel opened his eyes to look up at her, he said, "What?" in a pathetic, lazy-like way.
"What do you mean 'what' ?" She crossed her arms and her legs took an angry stance. "Where were you last night? Out chasing that bimbo again? You don't have to run out after her everytime you get into a fight. You know she's just using your for the money!"
Her father sat up and rubbed his face. "It's not like that, Lara. She's just a little troubled, and needs some comforting. You know, you're not helping the situation with your unkempt teenager rebelliousness." He glared at her, attempting to turn the argument around.
"What are you talking about! I'm trying to keep you away from the gross things in this city! Because of her, these past ten years... We can't afford to live in those modern apartments, we go days without meals, you spend nights crying! If only you had grabbed Mom before she fell off the plank... Why didn't you even reach for--"
"That's enough! I won't have any child of mine talking back to me like this. I'm tired. Leave me alone. Go to your room. Get your laundry gathered; I'll do it after my nap." He laid back down on the couch and covered his eyes with his arm, letting out a deep sigh.
Laramie's eyes were stabbing into her father's torso when she said, "Screw you," turned, and left the apartment, quickly running up the steps and out the front doors, wandering down the plank steps and onto the plank boardwalk, covered with garbage, shit, and homeless people.
It was because they were poor that the family was suck in such an ugly place. With thin boardwalks and gritty people who don't even have enough money to live under a roof, let alone the modern apartments.
Because this isn't the same place as it used to be. The world of today is a place where humans don't belong on Earth. Where everyday, people jump off the planks and escape into the atmosphere, where many people have given up on morallities, instead being attracted to the darkness of the corner in the heart.
Even when the Plank Government guarantees your safty if you're standing on a plank, or live in the modern apartments built by them, it's really just a lie. No matter where you are, as long as you're alive, there is a chance you'll fall into the sky.
There are some who jump from platform to platform, or run along the edges of old houses, risking their lives everyday. Laramie despises people like them. Those kind of people, who think only of risky things and how to get to the next "high", are the same as the children who pushed her mother of a plank. It was ten years ago, and there hadn't been a single day where Laramie forgets the expression on her mother's face, or forgives the children for their selfishness, or forgives her father for his unloyalty.
When she came out of her absentminded revierie, Laramie found herself standing at the gates to the plank docks, the same place where her mother had suffered. She stared blankly at it for a couple seconds, knowing where she was but not really recognizing it. And then she noticed the children; the children playing on the plank docks. Once again her face went red and her teeth grit tightly. She stomped toward the group of playing children and said:
"Don't play here!" Just a small moment, and Laramie was blind with rage. The children looked at her strange.
"Hey, lady. You can't tell us--"
"I can say whatever I want! My mom died here because of ignorant children like you!" Laramie felt like crying. "If you play here... people can be pushed off... Don't play here!"
An older boy with brown hair, probably around Laramie's age, stepped away from the younger children and up to Laramie. He looked calm and intelligent. His steps didn't make the same loud plopping sounds on the plank as everyone else.
"Calm down. They're just children. They can't be blamed for things they don't understand. Everyone was like that once, right?" He gave a weak smile.
"Grah! Then they should be blamed for not understanding! For being stupid, naive, and ignorant little pests!" Laramie screamed and then quickly turned on her heel and sprinted off before the boy could reply.
Anyway, I'm starting to write the "first draft" of my writing homework. It's supposed to be a short story, with a simple plot. However... I don't write "simple" things. I've condensed the plot as much as I could, so each section should take about a page and a half.
I'll be posting the section as I write them, each with an individual post. I've planned six sections total, with a possible ?? section. I'm almost positive I can write it all today. It's so simple, though it took almost ten pages of notes to write out (more like nine).
Anyway, no little "setup" thingy, 'cause I'm too lazy, and this is just a draft |D
As it being a draft, I haven't gone over spelling, or sentence structure, etc.
section one「Laramie」
Early in the morning, there wasn't much time between when Joel came home and when his daughter, Laramie, opened a verbal flame war.
She had swung open her bedroom door and had come into the living room, her father exhausted on the couch, close to passing out. Her face was as red as her hair and her teeth were grit tightly. When Joel opened his eyes to look up at her, he said, "What?" in a pathetic, lazy-like way.
"What do you mean 'what' ?" She crossed her arms and her legs took an angry stance. "Where were you last night? Out chasing that bimbo again? You don't have to run out after her everytime you get into a fight. You know she's just using your for the money!"
Her father sat up and rubbed his face. "It's not like that, Lara. She's just a little troubled, and needs some comforting. You know, you're not helping the situation with your unkempt teenager rebelliousness." He glared at her, attempting to turn the argument around.
"What are you talking about! I'm trying to keep you away from the gross things in this city! Because of her, these past ten years... We can't afford to live in those modern apartments, we go days without meals, you spend nights crying! If only you had grabbed Mom before she fell off the plank... Why didn't you even reach for--"
"That's enough! I won't have any child of mine talking back to me like this. I'm tired. Leave me alone. Go to your room. Get your laundry gathered; I'll do it after my nap." He laid back down on the couch and covered his eyes with his arm, letting out a deep sigh.
Laramie's eyes were stabbing into her father's torso when she said, "Screw you," turned, and left the apartment, quickly running up the steps and out the front doors, wandering down the plank steps and onto the plank boardwalk, covered with garbage, shit, and homeless people.
It was because they were poor that the family was suck in such an ugly place. With thin boardwalks and gritty people who don't even have enough money to live under a roof, let alone the modern apartments.
Because this isn't the same place as it used to be. The world of today is a place where humans don't belong on Earth. Where everyday, people jump off the planks and escape into the atmosphere, where many people have given up on morallities, instead being attracted to the darkness of the corner in the heart.
Even when the Plank Government guarantees your safty if you're standing on a plank, or live in the modern apartments built by them, it's really just a lie. No matter where you are, as long as you're alive, there is a chance you'll fall into the sky.
There are some who jump from platform to platform, or run along the edges of old houses, risking their lives everyday. Laramie despises people like them. Those kind of people, who think only of risky things and how to get to the next "high", are the same as the children who pushed her mother of a plank. It was ten years ago, and there hadn't been a single day where Laramie forgets the expression on her mother's face, or forgives the children for their selfishness, or forgives her father for his unloyalty.
When she came out of her absentminded revierie, Laramie found herself standing at the gates to the plank docks, the same place where her mother had suffered. She stared blankly at it for a couple seconds, knowing where she was but not really recognizing it. And then she noticed the children; the children playing on the plank docks. Once again her face went red and her teeth grit tightly. She stomped toward the group of playing children and said:
"Don't play here!" Just a small moment, and Laramie was blind with rage. The children looked at her strange.
"Hey, lady. You can't tell us--"
"I can say whatever I want! My mom died here because of ignorant children like you!" Laramie felt like crying. "If you play here... people can be pushed off... Don't play here!"
An older boy with brown hair, probably around Laramie's age, stepped away from the younger children and up to Laramie. He looked calm and intelligent. His steps didn't make the same loud plopping sounds on the plank as everyone else.
"Calm down. They're just children. They can't be blamed for things they don't understand. Everyone was like that once, right?" He gave a weak smile.
"Grah! Then they should be blamed for not understanding! For being stupid, naive, and ignorant little pests!" Laramie screamed and then quickly turned on her heel and sprinted off before the boy could reply.