Monitor’s Mayhem
In this corrupted world, anyone’s thoughts can be monitored if you know how. Those thoughts can then be bought and sold to anyone who has money. So that thought that you just lost, it was probably stolen from you and someone else made money off of it, what a shame. Thinking about that thought you lost, isn’t worth much, so stop thinking so much, unless you’re selling it, then we can talk.
Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Kyle Velvet, or as most know me as The Monitor. I find thoughts, and then I sell that thought, that’s why I am called that. I’d prefer not telling you how I look, I have so many people looking for me and I don’t need them bothering me. Don’t question who they are, they’re people who
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But who needs imagination when you have everyone else’s thoughts to play around with.
The school is a place where I retrieve the majority of my profits from. Lots of people want the answers to the next exam or test. I’m not telling you my sources, of course, but it’s mostly the future valedictorians that are always asking me and not many others. Although it is true that I’m not well-known, I still have many clients. No one dares to greet me casually in the hallway, however.
I blend into the background quite nicely; no one cares about the guy that sits in the back and never speaks up. I can’t stand to be near many people and nobody is suitable to be around on a constant basis. During class time, however, is the perfect time to be able to do my business and buy and sell those precious thoughts. I’m surprised the teacher doesn’t mind me being on my tablet stealing thoughts of everyone else. I easily get my hands on the answers to the tests and exams so my grades are no problem.
Speaking of school, a new transfer student popped out of nowhere and came to the school. Her name is Rachel. She is in a lot of the same classes as me, so naturally we have to be acquainted. Since she is in many classes as me, she assumes that we are friends. I, on the other hand, do not believe so and I see her as a nuisance. She is always with me and I see many of her thoughts. “I wonder what Kyle’s doing. Why is he always on his tablet? I never see him with any
Freshman year I had found a good group of friends that I felt comfortable around. I was building a lot of social confidence; I was determined to get that same confidence in the classroom. I had the mindset of putting my education before hanging out with friends. Speaking up in the classroom started to become more natural to me. I discovered I was good at mastering small details and became intrigued by specific topics like the creation of the United States Federal Reserve. Though I still am rarely the first to jump into a conversation in the classroom, I always look for opportunities to display the intellect I kept silent for so
Avoid disruptive behaviour like talking in class, checking emails, sending texts, talking on the phone, et cetera since this behaviour can disturb your fellow classmates and your course director. If you need to have a conversation, send an email, text or make a phone call (and if you cannot wait until break or after class) then quietly leave the classroom to do so and return to class when finished (since this is less disruptive);
Pupils will indefinitely ask you personal questions as your relationship grows, as they will want to know more about you. Questions such as “how old are you?” or “ What is your real name?” It is important to approach these situations with a sense of humor “but my name is Mrs. Smith”
For some reason, I start the conversation every day, even though I know how it will end, maybe it’s because he is easy on the eyes. Unfortunately almost as often as my conversation, I am disgraced at for making small talk. I like all people do not like being impressed, and having happen in front of you know who, only makes it worse. As the teacher remarks on my “unfortunate” behavior, I can't help but notice my head lowers. Upon the completion of her speech I fight back tears. I sit, sloughing, ankles crossed, with my hands in my lap for what feels like hours, really only five minutes. Then, just as I begin the work, I hear “Fifteen more minutes!” I think to myself how did a hour long class come to only fifteen minutes, time fly when you're having fun, and this is not my kinda fun, then I think to myself I have no time for math problems I have thirteen more minutes. I rush to complete the assignment, unable to move on after I make a mistake, did I mention I also have OCD. To my amaze I complete the worksheet. As I leave the class I promise myself next class would be different. I told you how I have that conversation everyday, so we know how that works
Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the
Rachel Bruin used to be friends with Melinda. She is very sporty and can be nice. Her and her friend like to make fun of her. She acts like Melinda doesn’t exist.
These ‘thoughts’ are something I wish was a Zombie; so they wouldn’t be real. Regrettably, these thoughts are from an equally terrifying creature called depression.
The people who don’t get distracted are the very studious students who are the bright face of our school and pride of our teacher, I like them a lot cause they don’t laugh at me, although they look me like a trash and they are super busy that don’t even waste a second of theirs to breathe at me. But still, I think in a positive way and continue, strive for a future where I would not be looked down. Well dodging the reaction from the studious student, I tried to look far back in the middle row, the only particular person that I most care.
When I was in kindergarten, the first of many schools I would attend, I made quite a few friends that year including some that I still know today. One of the friends that I made in kindergarten was a girl named Amelia. From kindergarten to 6th grade, we were good friends. Then, everything seemed to fall apart. Now, she seems to almost despise me for reasons that I do not know and hope to find out. Well from kindergarten to the end of third grade I was at St. Bridget’s in Watervliet. Then, from fourth grade to the first three weeks of sixth grade I was at St. Ambrose. Most of my friends from St. Bridget’s went to St. Ambrose after St. Bridget’s closed in third grade; so, I didn’t really need to make a lot of new friends or worry about being shy, because at that time in my life I was very shy. While I was at St. Ambrose, I made a friend name John, whom I still know and happens to go to CCHS “Catholic Central High School” (My current school) too. While I was at St. Ambrose, I pretty much did most of the bulletin board designing for my fourth grade teacher, Mr. Balcavage. He was really tall and he had huge hands. Some times in class he would pat some of us on our heads, and for most of us, his hand could have palmed our heads. While I was in fourth grade, my class and I were doing a project on the planets.
During the first week of school, I saw Michelle walking down hallways, sitting on benches during off blocks, and eating lunch by the vending machines all by herself. I went up to her and tried to start
At Sulphur High School, many students trample through the halls day after day, but one student catches my attention. In between classes, I pass her every day. She goes by the name Allie Hill. From what I can tell, she seems like a quiet, smart, and independent girl.
I work from about daybreak to midday, which makes time for me to attend an afternoon school near the restaurant. I hadn’t tried to make any friends there, because I know I won’t be able to keep them for long. Not many knew of my situation, resulting in having to deal with their ignorance of asking various questions like, “Are you sick?”, or, “You really have to take all of those pills?” Most of the time, I just sit at the back of the class, twiddling my thumbs, and watching the clock until the bell rings.
Middle school can be filled with challenges, and Rachel Lee, an eighth grader, seems to be facing quite a few of them. She's extremely insecure, or as she says, "freakishly shy" and only feels comfortable around her dad and her best friend Marisol or when she's baking. Her lack of confidence has made her a target for mean girls Briana and Caitlin. Unfortunately, as she says, "...when the popular girls finally learned my name, it was only so they could make fun of me." When her dad abandons their little family to start a scuba-diving business, Rachel is devastated and determined to stop the divorce. She comes up with a "Get-My-Parents-Back-Together Plan" that includes stealing money from her college fund, lying to her parents, and secretly buying a ticket to Florida so she can talk some sense into her dad.
Its surprisingly to say that being in a classroom with full of strangers and having to talk to your classmates is the worst thing that could ever happen. You say something and you instantly think that they are going to judge you or make fun of you. What could be worse right! For example your professor assigns you to do have a group discussion, in this group we have the really loud person , the annoying person who talks a lot, the one that likes to show off of how smart they are and the one that is just there using there phone. And here I am having to deal with this , because that's life you have your ups and your downs.
As an eleven year old, I sat attentively in class, writing down notes in my favorite purple pen, alternating between pen and pencil to assure the neatness of my math notebook. Talking in class never sparked my interest, but the little voice in my head always seemed louder than the screechy voice I scarcely used in person.