Aditi+R

Every year since my sophomore year, I have been going on a 3 day trip to Washington D.C. called Winter Congress. Many people come to winter congress. Its kids from all over the midatlantic states. At these conventions, we basically sit around and listen to people debate about different issues in the present day USA. It is a model congress where everyone presents a bill and it goes through the model congress. These are the things that we do at JSA. Many people would think that we are a bunch of boring high school nerds that go to a cult every year and debate. JSA and Winter Congress is much more then that. It is this: My friends and I were walking around DC in our painful shoes when they told me something. They said this: “That boy is eye-raping you”. Soon enough, I saw this boy and surely enough, it seemed as if he was as they said; eyeraping. Considering that I am not usualy the girl who gets “eyeraped”, I was very surprised and started to get self-concious. I started to question many things. Why would he “eyerape” me? Where is this “eyerape” going to take us? Is it really necessary? uhh...what? Then he looked back again. This time, our eyes locked. I felt like it was some weird movie where we were the stars. During this, I felt as if my feet were going to break off. I noticed that his friends were both short and also brown. When we got into the lecture hall, I immediatly felt concious to how I looked. And, I had to pee. Honestly, he was not even a hottie or anything like that, so I did not know why I did it. I just did. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my self up, applied some lipgloss and then hoped that it didnt show that I actually cared to clean my self up so nicely. I looked in the mirror, and liked what i was wearing; a pea coat, with a silver sequin top and gray sleveless and dress pants. The outfit made me feel good about myself. It made me feel beautiful. My hair was also pin straight. There was only one thing that bothered me about my outfit. My buttons on my peacoat. They had fallen off. Well-not exactly. My sister had gotten angry with me and actually chopped them off. All three of them. I had managed to fix 2 of them but the other one was still broken; I could not fix it. What ever, I knew it looked good on me. A little breeze didnt scare me. I have to give up things for beauty. God, it sucks being a girl.

Hey =] This is my first poem: I WOULD LIKE PEOPLE TO DO WHATEVER THEY WANT TO THIS POEM. =]

Aditi's Short Story


 * __24:00__**

love it or hate it...scratch that

hate it.

Head ache Five hours of

Agony.

twenty-four hundred? //yeah

right.//

first question: name? tick tock

can't remember

mysterious characters scattered

heiroglyphics

my hand trembles

so hard

tick

my pencil begins to dance

tock

make it stop STOP

tick

hands shoulders shivering

tock

eyes twitching body squirming

tick tock

senses becoming keen boisterious noises shuffling of papers...

tick tock

cracking knuckles

tick tock tick tock

my name?

//b//rain washed.

Well, this sounds better. Cause like the tick tocks aren't as annoying. But over all its good. I would keep the format the same.

This is my second poem: please edit it and help me out..it seems a little out of order...

Draft #1: Sick, slimy poverty Money slipping…nose dripping Cold shoulders…closed hearts Screams, cries and lies I want to die Leading my life Life with a knife Sick, slimy poverty Cryptic smiles, cries and lies Of arbitrary disguise Adulation towards the rich Pay check. Feeling of alleviation yet apathy May you please condone me? May you not judge me? Hopeless…