I reread the note 6 or 7 times. It's a poem, did she write it? Did she live her life by it? Did she wish she had? Does she want me to? Why didn't she say more? Usually her notes are clear and simple, easy to understand. Why would she start being so vague now? The intercom starts to crackle to life, they're probably giving an announcement. "It will be lights out in half an hour, please prepare for bed. That is all, thank you. " I sigh getting up to go wash and change before lights out. I guess I can always go talk to Steve tomorrow. ~The next day~ I wake up to the intercom declaring me officially late, rush to get dressed for my second lesson, get off my morning lessons early and head over to my pod to collect my latest note. I'll just have to skip lunch today. …show more content…
I then wonder over to Steve's office. I knock on the door politely and wait for a response, "Come in! " I don't have to be told twice, I crack the door open and slide my head in. He's sat at his desk typing up some kind of report. He looks up without lifting his head raising an eyebrow, wanting me to get to the point. I walk in and sit in one of the only comfortable chairs in the whole lab. I take a deep breath, I've never directly asked about my former self before, I don't even know if I'm allowed to. "Um... What was my former self like?" The only way I could get it out was to blurt it out. This seemed to take Steve by
I'm only going to speak for a couple of minutes because of my throat. If I go on too long my wife has threatened to cut it. I've tried to memorize this speech, which isn't easy when you have the memory retention of a goldfish. So forgive me if I resort to my notes every five seconds.
does not believe him. Kenny goes into the bathroom and does not come back out.
run tells me he probably arrived short time ago. He makes his way up the
Well to be honest Steven I thought you would have spoken for longer today….. as that was probably your last opportunity to speak for any length of time without interruption.
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
"Yes. I slipped a note under his door. He'll come after his work's done. Soon, probably."
bellow out a salutation to the fellow hoping he or she would hear through the padded locked
The doorbell rings causing Tony to stand up from the couch and make his way to the
door and point towards Frank, as if to order him to fix the door. The
When you open the door your greeted with a slight chill and the smell of cleaner. To add to it, a dog small trots over to greet you and gets between your legs, his name is Maz and he refuses to leave you until your behind the counter. I was then greeted by the Apprentice, a soft spoken giant, named Ben. He was lean and his arms painted with various pictures. He
"Thank you very much you have been sooo helpful," she says almost condescendingly and as she walks out the door promises that, "I'll be back!" I turn around to resume my "lean" against the counter and find a customer waiting to make his purchase.
Flashbulb memories, significant events stored in our brain, are a phenomenon. Oftentimes, it is triggered when a person experiences extreme passion, anger, fear, or sadness. Like a scrapbook or old photo album, the brain captures these images forever, and mine is filled with family vacations that have sculpted me into the person I am today. Growing up on an island is like living in a bubble: it’s sheltered and tranquil. Once I began to travel away from home, that bubble burst from my eye opening vacation experiences.
knows that behavior is expected of her. She even makes sure "that the messenger takes
The manager shrugs. “Look kid, it’s not my problem there is nobody in room 114. Looks like you have been duped.”
she was telling us all. I only remember a little bit of that period of time