Time Lapse.. Chapter One

I've been writing and Re-writing constantly working on this book for publishing. Sometimes writing can be such a horrid process because you have this imaculate image in your head of the scene taking place- but the paper doesn't do it justice. Brings a whole new meaning to the saying "Words could not describe."

Here's an excert from my first unfinished rough draft of Chapter One:


I walk into room C223. And I am the first one there. I surveyed the room and found twenty-five desks in 4 rows, at the front of the room sat a single stool. I take a seat in the third row, third seat back. The middle of the room is a great place to blend in. Building C is the newest addition to Jefferson Senior High, and this class room still smells of fresh paint. The walls are white and no light could possibly escape their grasp. I am sure this plotted color scheme keeps students from falling asleep. This room is void of all character. Even the desk I am sitting in looks bran new, no drawings or pen marks from students prior. And to no surprise, this particular room was chosen to host the worst of all subjects- math.
Not that I detest math, I am rather good at solving equations; but math holds no passion for me. Math was logical and everything had a place and worked out perfectly. You do absolutely no wrong with mathematics. Maybe this is why math was my least favorite subject. There was no adventure, excitement or mystery involved with calculations. Everything in math had an answer. And my life was completely void of answers.
I look up from examining my new desk and find the classroom almost full. I recognize only a couple of faces, no one particularly familiar or excited to see. Almost instantly, I search for a clock on the wall but there was not one present. Obviously another ploy to keep the students focused on the classroom exercises. Mr. Wilson passes out the syllabus and when he opens his mouth all I can make out is, ‘Blah, blah, blah, test, blah, blah, attendance is mandatory and school policy.’
Again frustrated, I look around the room for a clock hoping maybe I missed it the first time. Who forgets to put a clock in a classroom? How do they expect us, to remain sane? This was my idea of high school purgatory if there was such a thing.
Well shoot! That’s disappointing, still there isn’t one to be found. Note to self wear a watch. I will just have to sit and wait for… RING! The loud screaming sound startled my thoughts and made me jumped out of my chair. The girl behind me just giggled at my reaction. Glad I could provide some amusement!
Everyone got out of their chairs within seconds, hurrying without haste to the door and into the hallways. Hallways are the only place students are free; even if we only move about to the next class. Five complete minutes to our selves. Five minutes for most senior high drama to go down. Today, I am in no hurry to fight my way down the hallways. Slowly I get up and wait for the room to clear. Grab my stuff and swing my back pack over my left shoulder. I look up only to find him waiting for me at the door.