Moniem's English Journal

As I sit at this table, surrounded by my loved; my family, I feel nothing but disturbance, I mean, how can so many people be talking to each other. It’s annoying me and my aroma. But, over the years, I have developed a solution to all this madness, so it’s been pretty effortless drowning all the sound out of my ears. I used to practise often with my sister’s disgraceful songs, all written by those boy bands with immensely curly hair, too much product for my liking; but, it was worth it. Drowning all these people out – well I doubt they’re actual people, it all seems like a darkened Matrix film and I am the chosen one, just waiting for Morpheus to call me at a random time in my 30’s, yet I’ve been hacking for about 20. But, Agent Smith gets to me first – just to read my motivational book shouldn’t take such effort.

I’m Oliver Tate. I tend to look out of my window just day dreaming about myself, mostly society and my effects in the society. Most of the time its just a chain reaction, for instance; what would happen if I were to die? The whole school would be in agony, every man, woman, boy, girl would cry until their water glands powered by emotion dried out.

The boy looked up at his teacher showing a mixture of arrogance and disinterest. His face was slightly tilted downwards, eventually heading upwards to reach eye contact with his feminine teacher, his neck was in a sluggish position – it hurt. It was unusual, not very normal Donnie Darko, she could tell something was wrong in his world, something was pondering his mind. His eyes simply hung out of their sockets, bored, not interested and the bags on his face were clear  – very clear – they were just about supporting his eyes from underneath, so something was definitely on his mind.

“Yeah?” His voice sounded as if he had heard the question more then he could actually take it in.

“Donnie, what are your thoughts on the kids burning all the money?” Miss asked him.

He liked his teacher, not the kind of like where the other kids thought that he was a teacher’s pet or, whether they thought the teacher had a favourite student, and especially not the like where he had a desire on her. His mind worked effortlessly to find a suitable answer, which had some relation to what he was in deeply thinking. Gladly, Donnie had found a reply; even to some short extent surprised himself, but he knew arrogance is a sign of intelligent. Donnie raised his head then shoulders, his eyes twitched suddenly as they made contact with the sun’s gleaming rays. He sat upright on his chair; looking around while stretching his upper body. Miss Redhead was walking back and fro her classroom.

Knock. Knock.Knock.