Writing+Prompt+-+April+28th

=__//**Writing Prompt of the Week:**// Confusion__= Write a story/poem/whatever revolving around confusion. This shouldn't be too hard... ;)

PS - Ms. Schultz made an executive decision that the word of the week is officially "awkward." I understand that this doesn't really have anything to do with the weekly prompt, but awkwardness can definitely cause confusion... just sayin'.


 * __The Test__**
 * Megan Plein**

“Can a relationship pass the test of time, without jealousy getting in the way?” Emma and William were dating for a little over a month when things began to go sour. Arguing all the time about stupid stuff started to get old and annoying. Emma would call William to ask what he was doing, and he’d ask “Why do you wanna know?”. She told him she was just curious, because she missed him. He seemed kind of distant lately so Emma thought Fine, I’ll just hang out with Brendon instead. So she began to hang out with her best friend Brendon more often. Brendon had been dating Emma’s best friend Audrey for years now, so the two of them had become friends. One fateful day came when Brendon, very heart-broken, told Emma that Audrey had dumped him. It was very upsetting to him, because he didn’t understand why, and it seemed neither did anyone else. Emma was shocked at her foolishness.

“Why would she do that?! Doesn’t she realize how good she has it with you?!”, Emma shouted. Brendon spoke softly, “I don’t know anymore. To tell you the truth, I don’t think anyone really knows what goes on inside that woman’s head.” Emma gave him a hug. “Well, don’t mope too much okay? Things will get better in time.”, she told him. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

A few weeks passed, and Brendon seemed to be getting better. He started acting a little more like himself, and would flirt with all the pretty girls like he always did, including Emma. Emma didn’t think much of it, because she knew he was just joking around with her. He’d done that for years so she was used to it. To her it was just a sign of him starting to get back to his old self. However, Audrey found out about all the things he was doing without her, and started throwing a fit. She began posting angry comments on his facebook profile, throwing profanities left and right, and treating him like crap. She called all his friends that were girls awful names, and insulted Brendon himself. Brendon decided to tell Emma about it.

“I’m sorry Emma, but she’s been talking bad about you too.” he told her sympathetically. “She did what?!” Emma shouted. She went to see for herself what Audrey had posted. “Damn. Yeah, she’s mad.” Emma stated. “You know, if she wants to be that way, just let her do it somewhere else. You shouldn’t have to put up with that. You deserve better, Brendon.”, she told him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He agreed. “So what’s up with you and William?” he asked her. “I don’t know. I think he’s mad at me or something, I’m not sure why though.” she told him. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay”, she said, “I’m gonna talk to him about it tonight.” He wished her good luck, and she thanked him then was on her way. Later that night, she talked with William. “Hey!” she said. “Hey. So what did you need?”, he asked her. His voice was softer than hers. “I wanted to talk to you. Is that okay?” she told him. “Yeah, what about?” “About why you’ve been so moody lately. Is it my fault? Did I do something to upset you?” she questioned. “You could say that.” he told her. “Well could you please tell me? I’d like to know what I did, so I can try and fix it. Please, William.” she pleaded with him. “You can’t fix it” he told her as if it were obvious. “Why not?”, she demanded. “Emma, what would you say if I told you it wasn’t going to work out?” he asked her. “What? No. Why would you say that?” She started to panic. “I’ve got too much stuff going on right now,” he tried to explain, “I need a break.” “No, stay. Please.” She pleaded. “Why should I?” he asked. She could hear the slight tone of anger in his voice. “Because I love you, and I know that you love me too”, she told him, “It will work out, trust me.” “But you let others flirt with you.” He spoke softly again. “Is that what this is about?” she asked. “ William, I’m sorry. It’s just Brendon, you know how he is. He’s just joking around like he always does.” She tried to explain. William just nods. “I swear I didn’t know it bothered you so much. If I did I would’ve stopped it a lot sooner.” She told him, concern showing on her face. “Yeah, I’m sure.” he said sarcastically. “I just need some space right now.” ”Yeah, okay. Whatever.” She said obviously offended. “So I guess this is goodbye then” he said. She nods, “Yeah, I guess so.” He turns to leave. “Alright, later then. Much later.” “Goodbye William.” She says, refusing to let herself cry. So the main question is “Can a relationship pass the test of time, without jealousy getting in the way?” Well obviously not…

Who Am I? By: Savannah Robinson

That day she received the assignment in her psychology class. The teacher told the student to write a paper about who they are. It sounded like an easy assignment until the girl got home. The girl did not know who she was. Just thinking about it confused the girl. She had multiple personalities. Hyper, sweet, and caring when she was with her friends. The perfect child when with her family. Flirty, shy persona when with her crush. And lastly her quiet focused attitude while in school. By the time the girl arrived home she was exhausted. 'Who am I?' The girl scribbled across her mirror in eyeliner. She could not answer the question. When the girl asked her mother, the mother replied, "You are whomever you want to be." The girl returned to her room and glared at herself in the mirror. Her icy, blue, eyes stared back at her. On impulse the girl grabbed her car keys and drove to the nearest drugstore.

The girl stared at the seven dollar box of hair dye resting in her trembling fingers. "Are you ready?" Her mother asked her. The girl nodded and handed her mother the box, ready to find herself. Though with friends lost, the girls pride not cease. She walked with her shoulders high and eyes straight ahead. She no longer asked herself 'Who am I?' Instead she looks into the mirror every morning and says, "This is me."

//Meg Bradley//
 * Don't Know How to be Sorry**

**Aftereffect** //Alexander Brandt//

He could think of nothing to say.

She could think of nothing dignified to say.

The gap between them could have grown a thousand miles and still not have been wide enough. The thought of his flesh on hers again sent shivers down her spine. She had allowed it to happen once. Only once would she let herself to be lost to lust. There was no meaning to such pleasures, no emotion. As it ended, she came to, aware that, for a moment, carnal urges had overcome her.

She couldn't hide the shame of her actions, as much as she tried to cover herself.

He refused to look at her. Perhaps he was blinded by the sweat running down his forehead. But his posture gave away his true feelings towards the brief encounter. His chest heaved up and down, his breathing echoed by his heartbeat. He was man. He was destined to spread his seed to as many women as possible.

She could not expect him to understand.

If only the sheets were thicker.