This is my second story. Is it exaggerated?
At home, I was bored and took out my phone. I start playing Temple Run. It was slow and wonderful in the beginning. But then it got faster. Soon, I was on my feet. On the first million, I slowly starting sweating. I was very excited that things might go well. The score was two million and a puddle began to form. My hands started to drip sweat and I tried to get a grip on my phone, but it was impossible. I paused the game to take a breath. I was so bad at this game yet this is only the beginning for the best. The game was so easy just to run and I was overthinking this. Wow! I went to get a drink of water. Strangely, my thumb was dragging up and down on the surface of the glass of water. After that, I washed my face. But when I looked up and turn ever so slightly to the right, my brother was jogging on the treadmill. It looked normal at first. But he started jumping at random times, twisting his hips left and right, and yelling "woo-hoo!" after a few minutes. I had to get back and finish the game. I didn't take it when I went to go get my glass of water. I realized I had left it back where I was before. I hurried back to finish this. Temple Run was taking over my mind. I came back and saw my brother playing with the game. He's only six years old. I told him to give it back and then the chase started. He rushed in his bedroom and slammed the door shut. I tried to open the door but in vain. I repeatedly asked him to give it back, but I only received excuses. After a good ten minutes, the door slowly opened. Softly, I gently walked in the room, make no more noise than a mouse. When I turned around, he was asleep, with the phone in his grasps. I pulled back his little fingers, took the phone, and rushed out quietly. Once I opened the phone, there I saw it. There was the end of the game with the score shown. But the same score after I left to get some water was shown. That meant that he had lost seconds after he took it and fell asleep, ignoring my pleas to take the phone back. But that wasn't the problem. All my hard work into this game had gone to waste. I struggled to get a better score, but to no avail. Maybe some day, or week or year, I may be better.
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What's your score on Temple Run and have you felt this in any game? Answer in the comments below.
Monday, June 10, 2013
My wonderful morning
This is my new Blog.
This is my first story. Is it exaggerated?
It was Friday. Class started at 8am and I woke up at 6am. But at 6 in the morning, the theme from Star Trek blasted out from my iHome dock. Having hearing that, I had to pick myself off the floor and turn it off before anyone else woke up. After that, I slowly dragged myself all throughout the house from the bathroom to the kitchen and out the door. I live five minutes from school and it was 7:45 am. After two minutes, about halfway to school, I noticed my band uniform has to be returned. So I went back and got my uniform. It was 7:48 am when I got home, so still got some time to go to school. Finally, I got to school and proceeded to return my uniform. Suddenly, somebody appeared out of nowhere and ask me to take out my uniform. I was still on the question of "where did she come from?", but I followed anyway. After I took it out and showed it to her, she began pointing out the little mistakes of the uniform that didn't matter. "Oh! You need to unbutton those. Oh! You need to snap these." It was 7:55 and fortunately, I was very close to my first class. After I did what she said and rushed out the room, she stopped me and said that I did it wrong. I looked at the uniform closely and I made such a big mistake. I MISSED A BUTTON. I groaned, snapped the button, and immediately got out of there. I was so close but then I tripped and all my stuff fell out. (Unrelated: A group of guys started laughing right after I tripped. I don't what that's about.) I shoved all my stuff inside and right before I stepped into the class, the bell rang and the teacher just marked me late. So I left at 7:45 am and end up late. Great morning.
This is my first story. Is it exaggerated?
It was Friday. Class started at 8am and I woke up at 6am. But at 6 in the morning, the theme from Star Trek blasted out from my iHome dock. Having hearing that, I had to pick myself off the floor and turn it off before anyone else woke up. After that, I slowly dragged myself all throughout the house from the bathroom to the kitchen and out the door. I live five minutes from school and it was 7:45 am. After two minutes, about halfway to school, I noticed my band uniform has to be returned. So I went back and got my uniform. It was 7:48 am when I got home, so still got some time to go to school. Finally, I got to school and proceeded to return my uniform. Suddenly, somebody appeared out of nowhere and ask me to take out my uniform. I was still on the question of "where did she come from?", but I followed anyway. After I took it out and showed it to her, she began pointing out the little mistakes of the uniform that didn't matter. "Oh! You need to unbutton those. Oh! You need to snap these." It was 7:55 and fortunately, I was very close to my first class. After I did what she said and rushed out the room, she stopped me and said that I did it wrong. I looked at the uniform closely and I made such a big mistake. I MISSED A BUTTON. I groaned, snapped the button, and immediately got out of there. I was so close but then I tripped and all my stuff fell out. (Unrelated: A group of guys started laughing right after I tripped. I don't what that's about.) I shoved all my stuff inside and right before I stepped into the class, the bell rang and the teacher just marked me late. So I left at 7:45 am and end up late. Great morning.
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