In blog 5 I will be composing an alternate screen that was not actually in Charlotte Perkins Stetson’s The Yellow Wall-Paper. I will also be creating a creative nonfiction scene about a time when I chose a decision to create a negative outcome in my life. Although my negative outcome is not too serious it is a funny choice I made that had consequences.
“At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies. He said that after the wall-paper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on. "You know the place is doing you good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't care to renovate the house just for a three months' rental." "Then do let us go downstairs," I said, "there are such pretty rooms there." Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down cellar, if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.” He then leaves the room shutting the door behind himself. Without letting him realize I placed a folded piece of my writing in the lock of the door just as he closes it leaving the door unlocked. I take a big breath hoping he does not turn around and exhale as I hear him walking down the hallway. Now that he is gone I can get myself together. I think in my head again and again is the escape even worth it or should I stay with the man I believe loves me. I come to my senescence and begin to walk to the door. I try to not make a sound as the creaky door inches open and I begin to see the white hallway walls. I creep my head out and look to the left, then to the right. I see nobody. I step out into the hallway and begin to walk down. The hallway is lined with doors and room numbers. As I walk the room numbers begin to count down, 110, 108, 106, 104. I’m getting closer to the last room. I continue to walk and I see a double door with a big red exit sign on top of it. I see nobody at the desk so I run for the door and push them open. When I get outside I feel the cold wet rain on my head since I have come here. Then I think to myself about the sunny beautiful environment outside of my window. I stand in the wet rain and think to myself “Was the beautiful garden actually there or was it just another piece of wall paper?” The Yellow Wall-Paper I look at the clock reading 2:25. Only 15 more minutes until we get out of school, I thought in my head. The time keeps ticking and as every second goes by I getting more and more happy. Only one minute to go now and everyone starts putting their books away. The bell rings so me and all of my class mates race to the door to go outside into the cold snow. I run down the middle school stairs and take position next to my friends. We squat down and wait for the perfect time. Then all of a sudden I throw a snowball and everyone joins. We start a massive snowball fight right in front of the school. Snow is going everywhere and everyone is getting hit. The administration rush out of the school to stop the fight and I grab a hand full of snow and throw it right at the principal. The snow ball nails him right in the chest. I start to run for my life as fast as I could run. I look behind me and the principal is right on my heels. Then I feel a tug on my jacket and a security guard grabbed me and gave me to the principal. At this moment I knew I was in trouble. The principle brought me back in to the school and sat me down in his office where my friend Jordan was already sitting. A teacher of mine then walked in to talk to the principle and said to me “Your mom is not going to like this Ryan” I looked at him and said back “Why don’t you mind your own damn business”. The principle then told him to leave the office. As I sit here I feel a nerves feeling and do not know what is going to happen next. The principle then tells us “you both are giving a one day suspension for the fight you have started”. The feeling instantly increased because I knew my parents would be mad at me for getting suspended. As I walk home in the slushy ice I finally reach my house. I say to my mom “hi I got suspended at school today” then she replies “for what”. I then tell her the story.
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Erin Lynch
10/4/2018 07:46:31 am
very good description but could use more. Great use of dialogue as well! thank you for sharing.
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