I had written a composed scene in my last blog in the way I thought a scene was supposed to be compose. The next day while the class was presenting their blogs to the class, I realized I did not write a scene. I needed a smaller time frame and more detail add to my scene. In this blog I'm going to give you "What's DAT" description, action, and time frame. My vision is blurred, but I can see the lights from my laptop keys light up as I lift my face up off it and I push the laptop away and roll to the opposite side of the bed. I see It's bluish-gray outside and the street lights are off, through my curtains. I start to panic throwing my pillows and swing my blanket side to side looking for my phone to see what time it was. I can smell the Morning rising, after leaving the window slightly open last night to let some cold air in. My phone had fallen behind my headboard and landed on the black carpet face down. I started to reach for it, but my arm was too short to stretch through the headboard. I should have just gotten up and out of the bed to get it, but it was too early to think straight.
“Come on, what the hell,” I continued to reach for my phone. I couldn’t reach it, so I got out of the bed on to the floor, lad flat on my stomach, slide one arm towards the center of the bed and grab the phone. I quickly flip it over, pressed my thumb against the home button and waited to see the time. The phone read six o’ eight am. Sitting on the side of the bed I see out of my peripheral vision my laptop waking up. As all the tabs I was working on the night before started to pop up of unfinished homework and test information that I did not review all the way, my mind starts racing. “What am I going to do?” “Why did I listen to him?” “Ok, don’t panic.” I immediately regretted that I went out the night before. I started to speed walk to the bathroom thinking if I was to get dress fast enough maybe I would have time to finish my homework and study a little bit. While washing my face over my sink bowl I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, it read disappointment and regret. No face wash soap was going to wash this look off my face. I brush my teeth and hit the hot spots (PTA is hot spots- pits, tits, and ass). Looking good was not in question today. Therefore I did not do my makeup, nor did I pick out something cute to wear. I set back on the side of the bed, I grab my laptop and tried to finish getting my homework done and reviewing for my test. My time ran out, and I had to get on the road. I did not get to finish, and the only thing left to do was pray that my teachers canceled class.
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