Day Nine

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Think of a word. Search it on Google images. Write a piece inspired by the seventh image that comes up.
.....right. Well, the word is fangirling, and the image is in the image bit (above for phones, and...uh.... somewhere for computers). And I don't know anything about the avengers, so we're just going to ignore that bit ;) Also WARNING this does contain a minor spoiler for lord of the flies which I doubt anyone would ever read for fun but just telling you anyway.

English used to be my least favorite subject. I couldn't write fancy stuff to save my life, not to mention the oral presentations. Oh, the oral presentations.

But then something changed. And that something was that we started text analysis. To be more specific, we began to look at the subtle meanings hidden in William Golding's book, Lord of the Flies.

It sucked at first. Looking at what tiny little things meant... Why couldn't that mountain just be there as a natural lamdform? But no, it was a "Literary delineation between heaven and hell". Yeah. That'll help us in life.

But then, one lesson, it clicked.

We had been discussing the significance of Simon's death.

"So, in a way," Ms Waters said, "Simon was representative of Jesus Christ."

Our class nodded on cue, as if we had been thinking that all along. Ms Waters tended to analyst the texts herself if we played along and occasionally asked a question.

"One interesting thing to look at is the way Simon's relationship with the younger boys was so different to his relationship to the older ones..."

There is a select group of people in our class who jetted with realization, myself included. We were the ones who arrived at school at 7, when the library opened, if a new book was due to arrive in. We were the ones who marathoned Game of Thrones in the back of class if we had a substitute teacher. We were the ones who shipped teachers, molecules, vegetables and so much more. We were the fangirls.

And we had all just realized something; Lord of the Flies was a book. Not a method of torture. An actual book . With actual characters. And those characters were ripe and ready for shipping.

Ms Waters, however, looked rather concerned. "Are you girls alright?"

Our strongest fangirl, Connie, raised her hand to speak. Ms Waters nodded for her to go.

"We're fine, but do you think that Simon was actually dating Ralph but he had an affair with Jack and that's why Jack and Ralph hate each other and the older boys hated Simon because they were crushing on Jack and Simon purposely dehydrated himself as romantic punishment because maybe that's a kink of Jack's and then Jack and Ralph fell in love at the feast and Simon was just complicating things and that's why they killed him when he came back for forgiveness for his affair?"

Ms Waters blinked. Twice. There was a moment of shocked silence, and then the whole group erupted in little squeals, adding their theories in language that was incomprehensible even to our English teacher.

What can I say? #fangirling

Ayyyyyyyyyy!

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