Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
For some reason, my mother and I were in South Korea. I wasn't alone; my friends went too. We worked at a korean restaurant, but my mom worked at a factory not too far from the restaurant. One day, master, Andy, an elder Caucasian lady and two other girls and I were working. In the back room, a girl from another shop came over. She was blond, tall, and chubby, wearing a baby blue shirt, long apron and black pants. She had a conflict with our restaurant and Masterr took charge, sending her back. I was sent to mopping the floor, and so was the lady. While mopping, I decided to mop a little differently, hoping I could make the floor really clean. I told Masterr and others to tell customers to walk in the thick line, as our tiled floor was divided by coloured tiles. I got to the backroom still mopping and all hell broke loose. There was a crowd of people running through the dark tunnel we called a back room, and it connected to every shop. The girl who complained was there. She was a little battered and she said some mean things about the people I Valued and myself, I couldn't help but hit her for those mean things because she made me angry. When she was gone, I saw my mom in the crowd. She said the factory was closing because of some kind of melt down. As we ran together, we ran into a box of candies. My mom wanted to get it for our family in our native country, but since the store owner ran with the crowd, it was abandoned. We told it with us, because I told her to since everyone was in a hurry. I lost my mom in the growing crowd and found some acquaintances who I hugged and greeted. I dont remember how I lost them but I was alone with the lessening crowd since I ended up at the end of the line. Somehow i was only in my underwear now. I fell to the floor on my tummy like I was swimming and this man asked me, "what are you doing?" he was on a bicycle. I tried to paint it on the ground in letters with purple sparkle paint upside down to face him. I don't remember exactly what I was trying to write, but the second half said "I feel indecent." he read it, trying to understand, so I turned and read it myself. I quickly corrected the first half of my writing since I had written, "i''m pregnant", and I wasn't. He took me on his bike and we rode to the end of the back rooms together. At the last store, there were more candies in a box. I took the box for my family and we rushed up the steps into a field of dead grass. There was an older man closing the doors behind us and my mom waiting outside. There was a golf cart we piled into- my mom was driving and my cousin Bren was at the back seat. She didn't really know how to drive it, but we crashed and fell upside down. The scene changed to the sky on top of an ocean, and a Canadian airplane and Korean Air airplane were fighting. They weren't designed for fighting, as they were passenger airplanes. It was cinematic and a waltz music played while a voice over said something about only Canada and Korea bombed each other, meaning it was only these two planes. When that view disappeared, I sat beside the bike dude on the airplane pavement as the Korea Air airplane pulled into the foggy airpad. I unlinked my arm from his as people were boarding and joined them.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
At first I was outdoors in a sleepy little town. I lived beside a patch of grass and i had little care for what went on in life. One day a bird the size of a pidgeon appeared in that little patch. It was plump With black-Dark brown feathers. I followed it around, watching it carefully and out of it popped a big baby blue egg. I called to my mom who wasn't too far from us and she said to leave it alone, but I couldn't and watched as the egg instantly hatched to show another bird of the same size and colour. I grew terrified as it. Entered our house through the sliding glass door. I did my best to lead the pair out and in a desperate attempt, I kicked them with my bare foot out the same door. I was scared because now I might have had lice on my feet and in the house.
Another scene showed when I was a little older. With a pack of my military troops on black and navy armor, we kicked in the doors to a house and shot a growing line on the wall that was beginning to merge through two bugs eating at the layers or something. The lice had evolved to something invasive and scary. While my team captain and another successfully stopped another line from connecting, another person and I didnt, but we couldn't do much after that. Downstairs was the couple who lived in the house. The man got up from the breakfast table he and his wife sat around paying bills since he had to do something. I whispered to the captain who said to just shoot him since he'd been infected. He fell to the floor gently and quietly. My boss said to shut off the laundry machines so I did before we left the house. I felt terrible for the wife. She'f find out her husband was dead when she got on her feet.