Michelle's+Writing

media type="custom" key="238635" Writer's Guild Warm-Up 10/11/07

How Could any **Living** Person Be this Perfect?

The rain was was fierce. It fell like bullets on my skin. I was unfortunate enough to be stuck outside on this terrible day. I had to wander through the strangely putrid fog to find my way home. I lived in the woods, so it made it all the more difficult to go home. When I was about to cross the road, I saw a headlight, and I felt like it was for the best to holler for it. Thank goodness, the car yielded and headed my way. When I peered through the window, I realized that the person in the driver's seat was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. Her voice sounded like a pleasant melody from an old tune. "Come inside. You're soaking wet, and I'd feel dreadfully guilty if I didn't help you out." Instead of heading to my home, we ended up going to hers. It wasn't until we parked in her garage that I had enough light to realize that we were in a Rolls Royce. She handed me a towel to dry myself off, and I looked around her lavish house. I had to bend over and crane my neck to look at her beautiful ceiling. It was a painting that was exactly the same as the mural on the Sistine Chapel. "Wow, what a beautiful home ma'am," I said. She laughed. "I've been around for awhile..." I found out that she had had numerous jobs, which eventually led to her to making a vast fortune. She had once been a tiger trainer, an orthopedic surgeon, and even a documentary producer for National Geographic. I was amazed. I had never seen such a wonderfully kind, beautiful, rich, and talented person before. I was overcome with envy, but that didn't stop me from liking her. I asked her if she had any photos of her from previous jobs. She headed upstairs and came down with a pile on her lap. I gazed at the beautiful pictures until i came to one that had her in a morgue. "Oh, haha. You really look like you're sleeping! I'm guessing you must have been parodying your own job as a mortician, right?" I asked. She turned to me as her face was drained of all color. "I wasn't sleeping..."

New Endings... Bobbie had a black cat. The cat was beautiful and had great big blue eyes that sparkled in the light. She was very attached to the cat, and couldn't imagine life without it. However, one night while Bobbie was walking around the neighborhood with her cat, an out of control car hit her and she died. The cat didn't seem to know what happened, but the realization sank in. It was apparent in the fact that the cat's blue eyes suddenly seemed to become more dilated. The cat was horrified. It didn't know what to do, but it was hungry, and its instincts told the cat to find food and fast. The frightened and scared little black cat was desperate, and so she drank the first thing she saw: her owner's blood. As soon as the cat drank Bobbie's blood, it became a humongous demon, and it turned into a beautiful woman. As soon as it did, the cat/woman no longer had blue eyes, but menacing red ones. That night, the cat (who was now a woman) became even more ravenous with hunger. So the cat went out for a walk. She spotted a nice little mouse scurrying across her yard. She quickly ran towards it when suddenly some neighborhood boy shot it with a BB gun. The boy laughed. The cat was now incredibly angry, and her extincts now told her to kill the boy. She transformed into a gruesome creature, and killed the boy. The next morning, a horrified mother found her boy ripped to shreds on her doorstep... The cat went on a killing spree, and no policeman or private investigator could explain the deaths that always seemed to be placed on people's doorsteps. However, it was becoming apparent that the cat was starting to feel like it was drained of energy, no matter how much she ate. She missed Bobbie. It seemed as if she was just filling the void by eating. Sad, frightened, and confused, she ran into the street one day as a woman yet again, and a car ran oveer her... "NO!" Bobbie woke up. "Oh thank God, it was just a dream," Bobbie gasped as she woke up in a cold sweat. As she went out into the hall, she saw that her cat was looking at her from the hall, eyes wide open. Her eyes were as blue as ever. Bobbie sighed as she petted her cat and went to get a glass of water. When she went back upstairs, she saw her cat had fallen asleep peacefully, and she smiled. Bobbie closed the door shut, thankful to bring that chapter of her life to a close...


 * A Most Exciting Event**

I’m not a very interesting person when it comes to past experiences that might actually…well, interest people, but I do have an exciting event (in my opinion) that comes to mind. My first grade field trip to the National Museum of Natural History! It was an ordinary day at school in my opinion, until I heard the news of a field trip. I was confused and excited simultaneously. I had the basic concept of a museum down; a large space filled with dead stuff…like dinosaurs! That is what excited me the most. I was completely obsessed over Dinosaurs as a child. I thought they were “cute” (I even thought the pictures of Tyrannosaurus Rex were either “totally awesome” or “cute”). Obviously, at my age, people thought I was crazy, but I digress. There were two things about this trip that excited me, aside from the fact that I was actually visiting a museum for the first time. One, my Dad would actually be chaperoning, and two, there would be a slight chance that I end up in a group with my best friend at the time, Jun Park. So I prayed every night till the day we went on the trip that Jun (and others that would hopefully be nice) would be in my group and that I would get to see lots of dinosaurs. Soon enough, the day of the field trip came… I was nervous and excited. I expected the day to be wonderful (note: I was very optimistic at age 6). However, I was still anxious to find out who would be in my group. They picked the groupings randomly, but I had high hopes. Success! Jun was going to be in my group. I had a breath of relief. The other two people in my group were Sarah and Hannah. Sarah was a new student from Korea who was extremely quiet, so I didn’t expect any conflict with her. Hannah was nice, period. She was never unhappy or mean, so I definitely didn’t expect to have any problems with her. Overall, I was overwhelmingly pleased. Before I knew it, I was boarding the bus with my Dad and my friends. The bus ride seemed eternal at first, but I managed to pass the time talking with Jun. Once we arrived at the museum, I was incredibly happy. I rushed to the entrance to touch the petrified wood. Everyone followed. It seemed like every person in my grade was going to spend hours on just the petrified wood, so I hurried inside with my Dad, along with the rest of my group. Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight of so many dinosaur skeletons, among numerous other fossils. I clearly remember staring at the egg fossils and of course, my childhood “hero,” Tyrannosaurus Rex. After zooming through pretty much every exhibit in the entire museum, we (being mere children after all) headed to the gift shop. I even remember what I bought (I believe I still have it somewhere in one of my old toy boxes). Jun and I both bought tiny rubber bouncy balls that were basically the same aside from the fact that he got red and I got blue. Sadly enough, the next time I went to the museum, they no longer sold those awesome glass balls full of little shrimp you could feed. Anyway, once we were all done at the gift shop, we went outside to eat lunch. The grounds of the National Mall were teeming with tiny kids eating Lunchables. I remember tossing the pieces of ham in my Lunchable to the pigeons (I especially liked running at the pigeons and chasing them away). I can easily recall having issues opening my blackberry juice. Jun had to open it for me and threatened to drink some (yes, I was OCD about sharing drinks even back then). After lunch and several minutes of vigorous exercise chasing pigeons, we all had to board the buses yet again for our trip back to school. I liked school back then (yes, that means I do not like school at the moment), but I was still upset about having to go back. I didn’t want that day to end. Nothing went wrong in the few hours we spent at the National Museum of Natural History. Since then, that museum has become one of my favorite destinations.