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When
I first heard about this English
assignment I have to do with Miguel and
Becca and Dee, I started thinking of ways
to get out of it. We're supposed to write
a play... I've never even seen a play,
except for some Shakespeare crap that my
seventh grade English class went to. There
were all these old dudes standing around
talking about what was wrong with this
young guy. And the young guy, he stood
around moaning about how unfair life was
and how you can't trust anyone. Then he
pretends to be crazy so he can play with
people's minds and find out who's plotting
against him. There was so much talking I
felt like jumping up and yelling at them
to do something already. So if
that's supposed to be some great play... I
don't get. Now I have to write a play with
these other people that I don't even know
and who don't know me. Jeez! I
mean... I'm no writer. And there are some
very cool poets who really know how to put
the truth down on paper so you can't look
away. but most of the stuff that's in
books and comes out of people's mouths is
all so fake. I like to move... fast! Not
sit on my butt all day and think real hard
about stuff and then try to figure out
ways to put it all into words so I can
tell other people. It's nobody's business
what I think. Thoughts are supposed to
stay in your head or they're supposed to
become ideas that get you moving into
action. The only thing that matters is
what people do. And me... I'm
moving'.
But
I need to pass English to graduate so okay
Ms. Phipps. The first page is supposed to
be what I think about the three other
people in my group.
Becca:
Scared.
Dee:
Scared
Miguel:
Scared.
They're
all too scared to take action. Too scared
to be real.
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