I sit alone. I am reading a book. It is a good book, interesting. But my mind wanders.
Again. I think of the story and wonder what it would be like to travel all over the world. To have an adventure. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it.
Now. I sigh. It's no use.
I put down the book and space out into a little daydream. I think about adventure and magic and the best stories I've read. Harry Potter and Percy Jackson and stories of Oz and the adventures of a bunch of normal kids. Not that Harry and Percy are normal, that is. I think of the writers, L. Frank Baum, Roald Dahl, C.S Lewis, Enid Blyton, Rick Riordan, J.K Rowling, famous, but normal people, all of them. They had creativity, and some of 'em had madness.
Oh, that reminds me of Lewis Carroll. I want to be a writer too. I go mad (not the good way) if I don't have a book. Well, you just wait. I'll be famous, I will. I am writing stories, but they make me feel like a kid wrote them.
Then I think about my cousins. (My train of thought is weird)
Then about PRANK (PRactical joke Association Never to be Kaptured).
I want to talk to them, or write a letter, cause they all live far away. Mahnoor and Laraib and Laiba are in Quetta. Izma is in Canada. Aliza's back at home. And I'm stuck here. I have an irresistible urge to talk to them. Indeed something faster than a letter. Thank goodness for advanced communication. Emails, the telephone, it's easy. I email them. All four. Plus a couple others. I don't know what to write so I type in "don't you wish......". Some writer I am. But I get replies straight away. 'I wish I had something to do' 'I wish I could travel the world' 'I wish I got first position' 'I wish my mother wouldn't put my socks where I can't find them' 'I wish my beard was made of green spinach'. I type back 'you don't have a beard silly!' Soon somehow or other we're all emailing each other. I type 'I wish we could have an adventure' to Mahnoor. But the weird thing is, I got a couple of messages from Hazo and Zeby saying exactly the same thing. Then Izma, and soon we were all wishing for it. I felt like they were all there, I front of me, saying it. It got louder and louder in my head. I clutched the desk, trying to steady myself. My vision was fuzzy. Did I have a fever? Was I sick? But the chanting got even louder, overwhelming me, making me cover my ears in desperation. I was in a huge stadium, fans chanting. Was this in my head or was it really happening? I couldn't tell. They weren't saying anything I could understand, and their chanting was making me collapse. It was too loud for me. I heard a nice voice say 'now dearie, are you sure that's what you want?' I couldn't see the person who said it, but I answered, 'what?'
Then I fell, and my vision went black.
Again. I think of the story and wonder what it would be like to travel all over the world. To have an adventure. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it.
Now. I sigh. It's no use.
I put down the book and space out into a little daydream. I think about adventure and magic and the best stories I've read. Harry Potter and Percy Jackson and stories of Oz and the adventures of a bunch of normal kids. Not that Harry and Percy are normal, that is. I think of the writers, L. Frank Baum, Roald Dahl, C.S Lewis, Enid Blyton, Rick Riordan, J.K Rowling, famous, but normal people, all of them. They had creativity, and some of 'em had madness.
Oh, that reminds me of Lewis Carroll. I want to be a writer too. I go mad (not the good way) if I don't have a book. Well, you just wait. I'll be famous, I will. I am writing stories, but they make me feel like a kid wrote them.
Then I think about my cousins. (My train of thought is weird)
Then about PRANK (PRactical joke Association Never to be Kaptured).
I want to talk to them, or write a letter, cause they all live far away. Mahnoor and Laraib and Laiba are in Quetta. Izma is in Canada. Aliza's back at home. And I'm stuck here. I have an irresistible urge to talk to them. Indeed something faster than a letter. Thank goodness for advanced communication. Emails, the telephone, it's easy. I email them. All four. Plus a couple others. I don't know what to write so I type in "don't you wish......". Some writer I am. But I get replies straight away. 'I wish I had something to do' 'I wish I could travel the world' 'I wish I got first position' 'I wish my mother wouldn't put my socks where I can't find them' 'I wish my beard was made of green spinach'. I type back 'you don't have a beard silly!' Soon somehow or other we're all emailing each other. I type 'I wish we could have an adventure' to Mahnoor. But the weird thing is, I got a couple of messages from Hazo and Zeby saying exactly the same thing. Then Izma, and soon we were all wishing for it. I felt like they were all there, I front of me, saying it. It got louder and louder in my head. I clutched the desk, trying to steady myself. My vision was fuzzy. Did I have a fever? Was I sick? But the chanting got even louder, overwhelming me, making me cover my ears in desperation. I was in a huge stadium, fans chanting. Was this in my head or was it really happening? I couldn't tell. They weren't saying anything I could understand, and their chanting was making me collapse. It was too loud for me. I heard a nice voice say 'now dearie, are you sure that's what you want?' I couldn't see the person who said it, but I answered, 'what?'
Then I fell, and my vision went black.
