50 prompts continued

From February

I didn't think it was that far away!!!

First 4 prompts:
http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html

Sorry they're kinda short!

5) Misunderstanding:

Real story (happened to me last term)

Today Sylvia was sick with a stomache ache. And, like most stress-o-holics like Sylvia, she had emailed a friend asking for homework. Luckily, there was only some stuff for Science, two pamphlets on eating disorders.

As usual, Sylvia kept *bloody*procrastinating, and in the end had to finish the last pamplet on Monday morning, rising the stress levels of the rest of the family, along with hers. At long last, around 8:10 am, she finally managed to print and finish everything.

Heaving a long sigh, she managed to heave her tired body to Science at the start of the day and sit down.

"How are you Sylvia?" said a body flopping down next to her.

"Oh hi," she sighed. "Spent all last night doing the stupid pamphlets."

"Right," the voice said from the next to her. "You do know that it's due in two weeks right?"


"Oh."

6) Sculpture:

Sylvia had never used clay to create anything so detailed before.
She didn't like making things, like models and cards, and things that can't go into her scrapbook. But then, everyone else wanted to do it, so why not?
The wad of clay felt disgusting and squishy in her hands, clinging to the creases in her palm.
She frowned; this was going to be hard.

Body first. one big retangly blob of clay.

Legs, two cylinder blobs.

Arms, two cylinder rolls

Hands, 10 small balls,

Feet, two oval disks

Clothes, carved out and patterned by a plastic knife.

She took a step back, admiring her work.
You could kind of see the simillarity between the brave chinese soldier and the blob in front of her.

Now for the face. This was going to be hard.

7) Hour:

Tick tick tick...

Stupid clock. Go faster.

I don't want to hear any more about acceleration.

I'm bored. Bored. Bored.

Bell bell bell.

Ring Ring Ring.

NOW NOW NOW.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

My sanity is nearly gone.

8) Way:

Everything I do is my way.
I eat my way, not stuffed down my throat, not chewed hastily, but carefully, chewing things to mush.Ice Creams are licked to the shapes of thumb tacks, then the soggy cone is bitten fast.

I walk my way, two steps at a time, stumbling with my heavy bag on my back.Kicking and launching myself at doors, no obstacle will get my way.

I talk my way, a mix of wit and sarcasm with a hint of angry rant and rambling.I tell it like it is, blunt and to the point. I don't try to make my words flowery, don't like, don't listen.

I sleep my way, nightie up round my stomach, sprawled out, douvet half on the ground.It seems after every dream I have, I end up like that.

I am the way that I want, and whatever you say, whatever you do, I will never change.Ever.

9) Chemistry:

Chemistry. How would one define chemistry?

Angel would probably say: "All this boring crap with Atoms and particles."

Annalese would say: "Something to do with Science Experiments and making this blow up?"

Roxxi would say; "Science. Meh."

Sylvia would smirk then say: "People 'connecting' with UST, unresolved sexual tension."

Angel would choke.

Roxxi would yell in the direction of Annalese, hoping she wouldn't hear.

Annalese would say, "Oh, THAT type of chemistry."

And Sylvia would say, "Stop growing up Annalese."

10) Catastrophe:

Her sister was a walking catastrophe. She could not walk past the toy shelf without shoving everything on the floor.
The floor needed to be a mess, a constant mess, a beautiful mess, in her eyes. Not anyone elses.
Everything was thrown into small piles, where she could play, it was her own way oforganising everything.
All objects were her's, no one else's , everything she could get, would get, or at least try to get in every possible way
In a way, she was the ultimate form of greed. She wanted everything she couldn't get her hands on, and once she obtained it, she played with it, became bored with it, flapped it, threw it, and after all the effort of getting it, she broke it.

And the Catashtrophe continued.

~Sylvia