Creative Writing: Freak

Misery struck Margot as soon as she stepped one foot out of the closet. The door opened and the group of girls started to tear up after what they participated in doing to Margot. All the classmates that saw the sun felt so awful for Margot because she didn’t get to see the sun. Nobody could say anything, all you could hear in the cold and silent room was crying. They watched Margot run home in the rain and suffer through the crazy thunder. Quickly, she ran home crying so hard that she felt drowsy. She wished she had one friend that could make her feel a lot more better, but all of her friends shut the closet on her.

Melinda Sordino is an introverted, forlorn freshman in Merryweather High School who just wants to get through the year. It’s as if everyone in the school hates her ever since she called the cops on an end of summer party. Now, she just wants to keep her head down, but two people won’t let her. One, her only friend Heather who believes her sole purpose on earth is to become desired by everyone at the school. Two, the monster that haunts her dreams that she personally name ‘IT’ for even its name makes Melinda wish she could evanesce. When ‘IT’ starts to antagonize her, grades drop, she skips whole days of school, and she secludes herself even further from people. Her parents and the school counselor finally take notice and interrogate her

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

Melinda Sordino was just a young teenage girl trying to have some fun. Now, she is loathed by afar for something nobody understands. During a summer party, Melinda drunkenly fumbled for the phone and dialed the cops. As she enters her freshman year of high school, her friends refuse to talk to her, and she escapes into the dark forests of her mind. “I am Outcast” (Anderson 4). But something about that party was not right. Something she tried not to relive but to forget. “I have worked so hard to forget every second of that stupid party, and here I am in the middle of a hostile crowd that hates me for what I had to do. I can’t tell them what really happened. I can’t even look at that part of myself” (Anderson 28). Depression is a

She struggles in school, fights with her parents, and most importantly, doesn’t open up to anyone about her feelings. The protagonist doesn’t know how to express her feelings to others, so she expresses them differently. “I bite my lips… they bleed.” (Anderson 5) Also, Melinda believes expressing feelings makes it worse and that things are better left unsaid. The story stated, “It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. (Anderson 9) “I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. I’ve taught here for twenty-four years and I can tell what’s going on in a kid’s head just by looking in their eyes… You just earned yourself a demerit.”

She barged the door as she entered the house. It was as if a wave of despair followed her across every room she went to. Grumpingly, she headed straight to her room; she threw her school backpack and her binder on the bed. Her body was drained with stress and even she knew that she couldn’t continue this work any longer. The school year was coming to a close, as all the finals and presentations were being pushed forward. Her mood, her attitude, and her way of talking told everyone the amount of distress and anxiety she was in.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Seventeen-year-old, Sally Jensen does not have a great home-life. Her parents spend all their money on drugs, which makes they have very little to no money to spend on their needs. Therefore, she does not have good clothes or hygiene items. At school, she gets made fun of for the way she smells and looks. Then one day Sally’s had enough. At school, the principal announces her lost. Guilt weighing heavy on the bullies’ heart. Saying, “I did not know, she would die.”, “I was just kidding.”, or “I did not mean it.” It is funny how they did not mean it when suddenly they have blood on their hands.

I run my dry thumb over the smooth, fun pink box. The little quarter sized box looked like it couldn't hold much, yet when I shake it the sound of false hail hits my ears. The lid comes open with a pop and you are greeted by the sight of small, round, malformed, bright pink balls. I bounce them some more in their box just to listen to the sound of false rain. When they roll onto my hand, I notice they're so small I almost can't feel them. Their sticky shell makes it hard for me to roll them into my mouth, so I resort to licking them off my palm. Immediately my saliva rushes to meet this new treat. I’m granted the sweet sticky taste they bring. The outer shell falls away to reveal a sour, harder interior. More saliva comes in response

Low under the busy city at night, on a deserted train was Valeria sitting alone in the silence. She looks out the window, in the dark distance and notices a man stealing a shiny diamond ring from an old woman’s pocket. Valeria looks up and watches the man hop on the train. The man looked shady, wearing dark clothes and had a tattoo sleeve but had the brightest blue eyes. Valeria watched him, sliding the ring on his right index finger. In the empty train the man walks over to the spare seat next to her “anyone sitting there?” with fear Valeria replies “No, there’s nobody sitting there”. The words ‘Benton’ flashing in red indicating that’s the next stop, Valeria immediately hops off the train. She turns her head looking back at him but he was

What a great topic to write about considering I encountered a bear while camping, late last summer. My best friend, Desi, invited me on her annual camping trip with her entire family. When we arrived at the campsite, we went to check out our spot and turns out we were at the end of the grounds and legitimately on a cliff… Okay, kind of a scary thing to set up our tents on our cliff to where you could see the ground maybe 30 to 40 feet under, down a landslide.

As I approached the school, bad thoughts and memories flooded my brain. The walk from the parking lot to the doors of the cafeteria was the last time I had the chance to possibly think of an escape plan. I quietly spoke to myself the strategy I could use to get out of here, “Maybe I should just make a run for it to the right of the school, get to the sharp, rusted barb wire fence, quickly crawl my skinny ass over and run free through the massive field that would be upon me.” But I’m no troublemaker so I walked inside the doors of the school. The thick cold air sliced through my clothes hitting my bare skin. It felt as if sharp tiny icebergs were stabbing through me. I thought that since it was still so hot outside that maybe I didn’t need a big sweatshirt obviously unaware of the Alaskan air conditioning Dutchtown high school used heartlessly.

As she told the story the next night, Blue couldn 't stop smiling. Then the door opened and her husband stuck his head in with a smile and she abruptly stopped talking.

The morning was still our night, time was going in slow circles around us. There's twenty of us all wearing the same dark blue shirt with the saying NYG 2016 stripping the sleeve we all crawl out the door our eyes drooping, backs slumped, legs moving like a baby preparing for walking. My hands fall and fingers go limp as I throw my arms to my side, we head out the door, leaving behind the place on high alert. With thousands of people passing through every day, many sleeping on the black seats that are in rows. Stores, and restaurants that were way overpriced, lined the walls like wallpaper. A consistent buzzing and shaking of the building happened for hours, but today it all halted, for a reason unknown to me. Together, we pass through