Hi all.
It's probably safe to assume that my posting dates will get messed up at the end of each quarter. Every post the past couple weeks has been late, and a couple didn't even make it up. My reasoning for the most part was due dates; since I didn't have a Vital Vocab post due last week (we just had the Q1 vocab test), I wouldn't have to post one, and I wasn't otherwise obligated to post because I'd just posted a seven page short story for you guys. However, it doesn't take an extra week to read seven pages, so in retrospect, I think my logic was a little bit flawed. Sorry 'bout that.
Fortunately, I took my short interlude to consider things I've been meaning to explore with Isaac, and I think my mind really needed the rest (I realize I only write Vital Vocabs once every Monday, but after a few weeks of writer's block, it starts to seem much more frequent than that). So, let's hope something good has come of this. Here we go!
P.S: sorry if my writing style's slightly altered. I've been dedicating all my free time today to finishing The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and Charlie doesn't sound just like Isaac....
Prompt: --
Vocab (underlined): disclose (v), derivative (adj), dearth (n), defer (v), denounce (v)
Grammar Focus: use a colon to introduce a list; its/it's
Isaac Bade-
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. Bleh. Rolling over to face the wall, my first instinct was to go back to sleep (I often tried to defer waking up fully). Sleep sounded nice. Sleep and its repose. But then my mind began swimming in what I'd dreamed of.
No. Sleep was clearly not an option.
I sighed and rolled back over, picking up my phone from the bedside table to check the time. The small, digital clock disclosed that it was only 7:35 on a Saturday morning. I closed my eyes for a minute, slightly irritated. Then, I sat up.
What did I have to do today? Something? Anything? Everything? Math homework?
Ahh, maybe later.
I looked out the window, watching oak leaves brush the panes. My bedroom really had the classic sneaking out setup: rooftop, oak tree, backyard. Clearly, it was derivative of old family movies. It had occurred to me several times in the past that it's good there was no dearth of hugs when Aunt Gaile first came to stay with me, or I'd probably have left through this window and never come back. But then, she'd been close with my family even before, and in the months after, when slowly everyone began to denounce me, she was one of the few who never did.
I rubbed the back of my neck. Anyway.... I sighed and straightened my t-shirt, smelling breakfast downstairs.
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