Dialogue Essay

Wilbur had no idea he was late. He was too busy snoring to realise that the day had started without him. His feet hung lazily off the end of his slightly too-small bed. It's not that he was huge for a teenage giant, it's just that his government regulation middle-sized bed was slightly too small. Wilburs arms dangled over each side of the bed, his fingers swayed gently above a scattered mess of half eaten crisp packets and empty cookie wrappers that frittered themselves about the outskirt of his bed, evidence of the previous nights kitchen raid.

Wilbur, without warning jolted awake. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and pounced to his feet. ‘I'm late!’ he said and rubbed a hand across his face in place of a shower. He knocked his head at least three times as he tore about the small room donning clothes and searching out socks. He got tanlged in his festive handknitted karack sweater when he tried to put his arm through the head hole and as he hopped about trying to shove his large feet in his slightly too small shoes, he went face first into the bed that he had just successfully managed to escape from.

‘go go go.’ he mumbled and shuffled double time through the messy dorm room, picking up a half eaten loaf of the bookshelf on his way out the door. He raced through the unusually quiet campus and stopped briefly to catch his breath and finish his last bite of loaf before he entered the classroom with the sign on the door that read ‘Sciences of Nature 101’.

‘How lovely that you decided to join us today Mr Wild.’ Said the voice of authority from the front of the room.

Wilbur choked on his last swallow of bread and looked about the room, wide eyed with surprise.

‘hah!’ said Proffesor Wiggy delighted at Wilbur’s reaction. ‘His...

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...w’ said the professor ‘can you hear us Buxton?!Are you alright?’ said the professor slowly and as loudly as he could manage. ‘Do you need water? Let’s get him some water.’ He said to Wilbur clicking his fingers.

Wilbur shook his head. ‘I think he’s probably had enough water sir... he IS water.’ said Wilbur wooriedly.

‘Of course, of course, Yes Wilbur, you're probably right,’ said professor Wiggy. He patted BUx on his icy blue shoulder then quickly wiped his hand on his trousers. ‘Can you hear us?’ He asked loudly. Bux looked up at the professor and nodded slowly. ‘Can you talk?’ said professor Wiggy.

Bux opened his mouth, the inside of his mouth was all Blue and hi tongue was frozen flat to his bottom teeth. No sound came out. He shook his head and a little drop of water popped out the corner of his eye and was almost immediately absorbed by the ice on his face.