Pokémaniac
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Just a little thing I wrote for a school assignment. Had to be 300 words long and based around "tension". I realized I've never posted any of my art/writing(although I don't do particularly much of either except for games) and so, why not? I have a day before I have to hand it in, so I'm still taking feedback, and I'm such an attention whore that I always am anyway. Ta-dah!
That Damn Clock
Tick… Tick… Tick…
Ten minutes left. I was stumped.
Tick… Tick… Tick…
I don’t understand, I thought. I’ve done all of this. I know it! … So why can’t I get any of it onto my paper?
Tick… Tick… Tick…
I tapped my pencil against my desk and fiddled with the paper. These are my half-yearlies! I have to do well on my half-yearlies! I was sweating like a pig. Why do they put so much pressure on us? How am I meant to handle this for the rest of my school life?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Are those ticks moving closer together? It’s almost like the clock is trying to mess with my head! I was shaking, fussing, tapping, the works. I took another deep, steady breath. Concentrate. “10X - 3 = 73. Find X.”. Well, I know where to find X. It’s next to the ten and the three!
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I growled at the clock. Shut up, I’m getting somewhere here. Now, X equals ten, right? Or is that just with Roman numerals? What’s going on here? I don’t understand any of this! This is too hard-
Tick, tick, tick.
My head exploded with thoughts. If these are the half-yearlies, how badly will I do in the yearlies? What about the school certificate – or worse, the HSC?!? At this rate my parents will have kicked me out by the time I’m in Year 9 and-
Tick, tick, tick.
Two minutes left and I was barely a page into the exam. I was about to erupt. But the clock just kept on ticking, mocking me, laughing at me for being such a failure. The ticks seemed to get closer and closer together until I couldn’t here myself think.
Tick tick tick TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK-
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY MORE!” I jumped out of my seat and marched up to the menacing clock, tore it off the wall, smashed it into the ground and then stamped it until it was little more than scattered parts.
Tick… Tick… Tick… it cried, until it ticked no more. Finally freed from my burden, I walked back to my seat, my class staring in a stupor, and completed my test in silence.
Tick… Tick… Tick…
Ten minutes left. I was stumped.
Tick… Tick… Tick…
I don’t understand, I thought. I’ve done all of this. I know it! … So why can’t I get any of it onto my paper?
Tick… Tick… Tick…
I tapped my pencil against my desk and fiddled with the paper. These are my half-yearlies! I have to do well on my half-yearlies! I was sweating like a pig. Why do they put so much pressure on us? How am I meant to handle this for the rest of my school life?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Are those ticks moving closer together? It’s almost like the clock is trying to mess with my head! I was shaking, fussing, tapping, the works. I took another deep, steady breath. Concentrate. “10X - 3 = 73. Find X.”. Well, I know where to find X. It’s next to the ten and the three!
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I growled at the clock. Shut up, I’m getting somewhere here. Now, X equals ten, right? Or is that just with Roman numerals? What’s going on here? I don’t understand any of this! This is too hard-
Tick, tick, tick.
My head exploded with thoughts. If these are the half-yearlies, how badly will I do in the yearlies? What about the school certificate – or worse, the HSC?!? At this rate my parents will have kicked me out by the time I’m in Year 9 and-
Tick, tick, tick.
Two minutes left and I was barely a page into the exam. I was about to erupt. But the clock just kept on ticking, mocking me, laughing at me for being such a failure. The ticks seemed to get closer and closer together until I couldn’t here myself think.
Tick tick tick TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK-
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY MORE!” I jumped out of my seat and marched up to the menacing clock, tore it off the wall, smashed it into the ground and then stamped it until it was little more than scattered parts.
Tick… Tick… Tick… it cried, until it ticked no more. Finally freed from my burden, I walked back to my seat, my class staring in a stupor, and completed my test in silence.