Intro to Indept Piece #10

I wrote this piece because it was due. Schools coming to an end, so I figure I better turn in all my assignments. I just finished a book that had a character named Frannie. I really wanted this story to be good, but it didn’t come out that way. There was really no point to writing this, but at least “I tried”. Oh well, what can one expect?

Indept. Piece #10 - Frannie

Frannie got on the motorcycle. She could feel the engine purring beneath her legs, and liked it. Her white sundress fanned out beside the seat. She switched into gear, and pressed the throttle. The bike gave a little leap forward, but quickly smoothed out. She went riding down the deserted road. Up ahead was a mountain, which was where her house was. There hadn’t been any people for at least two months, but at this time there never were. After several minutes Frannie reached the base of the mountain, lit a cigarette, and dismounted the cycle. She began the trek up to her house.

After a grueling two hour hike, she reached her house. The eastern side of the wall was slightly singed from the fire. Up in the desert, the fire trucks took half an hour to get here, at full speed. She had tried her best to put it out, but the fire spread quicker than she thought it would. Frannie opened the door to the mess that was her living room. She lived all alone, with no pets, or family. At 42, she knew she would never find anyone, but that didn’t bother her. In the mountains of the desert she would never need anyone.

The next day, Frannie got up at 3 AM. The moon was still projecting that cold intermittent light across the desert. She hated mornings like these. The air was bitter, and it froze her lungs as she gasped for a breath. She focused her eyes on the distant, single coyote, howling at the moon, for the life he had lost.

Umm...insight to high school?

Most everyone you will meet in high school will be something of a delusional liar. You will constantly bother yourself with the opinions of others, while desperately trying to figure out if you fit in. You’re all doomed to repeat monotonous tasks, despite the fact that you have no idea how doing a presentation in global will help you understand nomads any better. Everybody lies, and no one really cares about you as much as you think. They let you see as much as they want you to see, but they don’t tell you that. Backstabbing and drama are a way of life in high school, even though you may try to avoid it. Face it, high school isn’t as different from middle school as you may hope, but it can be a way for you to change. When you reach high school, you have more opportunities to develop more friends. People interact with upperclassmen more often due to the mixture of grade levels in classes like gym, or electives. In this attempt to provide “insight” into high school, I can only hope to help you realize that the only way to truly help you is to ensure that nothing can be guaranteed, and things aren’t as bad as they seem.