The Big Bang Miracle

Chapitre 1

Three weeks earlier...

"Really hoping that words could explain the way I feel about the world. I try my hardest to make sure that I have the right definition for every solitary word that my brain can muse. The world is something I would think of as just a negligible residence where we are temporarily living. Our souls are just taking over the existence of a body that will soon be thrown away. We will soon become useless, cliched. Demons that walk on this earth will possess the body, making us do sinful duties. A purified mind turn into something nefarious, turning our backs on the Creator, we feel excruciating agony for eternity, until hell freezes over..."

"Put all pencils down students," Ms. Amy tells the whole class of juniors as we relax deep writing for 20 minutes. No stopping she says. "Anyone care to share?" She glances around the classroom until she targets her next victim.

I looked down at my ELA notebook. picking at the purple nail polish on my fingers. Until, I hear my name being called. My heart starts pounding vigorously. I move my bangs out of my eye sight.

"Miracle? Would you like to share with the class?" I look up to Ms. Amy beaming at me. "Miracle don't be shy, I've read you're writing before and you are the best in all my classes." Kids eyed me down, including Lana, also one of the best writers in the whole school.

"Ms. Amy, if little ol' Miracle doesn't want to participate, I will be glad-" Ms. Amy cuts Lana off right before she starts to get up. "Lana, I said Miracle, not you, and next time? Please raise your hand, you know I don't like people who blurt out." The teacher looks at Lana from the side of her eyes. The class starts laughing.

"Well Miracle? I won't take no for an answer." Ms. Amy says in a quiet but sternly way.

I scoot from my chair, my dirty grey converse dragging on the tiles. I feel like my heart is going to fracture my ribs, my palms start to get sweaty and my knees get weak. My anxiety is building up and I might start crying.

When I get to the center front of the classroom I start to speak.

" R-Really hoping-" Ms. Amy stops me. " Miss Harmon, I asked you nicely to share with the class, not with your shoes."

" You mean worthless mucky goodwill shoes." Lana mumbles as she is filing her nails. Some students snicker and point.

I look up confidently, gazing at nothing but the tips of their hairs. And I recite what I wrote. I put emotion into it, making it mean something.

"A purified mind turn into something nefarious, turning our backs on the Creator, we feel excruciating agony for eternity, until hell freezes over..."

I finally relax now that I've finished. I focus back on the entire classroom. Everyone is staring at me. Their mouths are open, some are even smiling, including Ms. Amy. This football player in the back starts clapping. Then others start. In just a few seconds the whole room is booming with applauds, all but Lana. She stares me down until I lose the good vibe. I still smile, that is what actresses do. Ms. Amy comes up to me and gives me a big hug.

She whispers in my ear "I told you" and winks at me when she finishes hugging.

I walk back to my seat as everyone pats me on the back. I smile once more, and look back down into my notebook.

 "Now you may come up here Lana"  Ms. Amy says. Lana's eyes meet with mine, until she makes it center of the classroom. She begins.

" She started new, everything vanished from before, she cried at night, unable to sleep, tossing and turning, thinking of the most petrifying things. She started new, everything different from before, new voices, associates different. She can no longer be herself, Changing her outer appearance no longer being. The way societies eyes are following her, every step. Judging. She is not perfect, she tries to please the naked eye, but trying makes her desperate. Yet no body judges the caked up face who's inner beauty in horrifying. So she uses a mask, to not get picked on out of the crowd of unwanted, using a mask, no one will realize that she was the desperate. She is not perfect, she tries to please the naked eye But with that mask, pleasing is the easiest. They don't judge because the mask puts them in such awe that pleasing was absolutely acceptable, for someone who was wanted. Oh be quiet, they don't know she was the desperate, they know since she started new, the mask was her true being. She started new, everything different from before, nobody could say she was acting."   Lana was grinning broadly, everyone was giving her a standing ovation. I roll my eyes.