The Grey Jack Frost

The Grey Jack Frost

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Hey guys. Today I'm doing another part of the alone blog. Here it goes.

Once again I am starting where I left off. Now I am in my classes and everything is normal. Everything that happened in the morning had stopped completely. It was like that part in a movie that the audience never sees. The day passes and it is now 2:30 and I am sitting in the brown painted bleachers inside our gym with no air conditioning. It is crowded with kids with their backpacks waiting for their buses. The white light came from the lights that still worked, suspended from the ceiling. I was listening to my iPod through the headphones and closing out all the programs to save what little battery I had left. Then the song came on. I swear to this And then it happened again.

I was surrounded by kids waiting to go somewhere. I still kind of felt like I was in a box. Like the morning I could do nothing but do what the teacher on the loudspeaker said. Sit down and be quiet or in the morning, just keep on walking through the rain. The only thing that had changed was the orange daylight spilling in from the windows behind me lighting up my gray jacket I got from Ocean City. I was still Alone. The teacher on the loudspeaker called my bus number and we were lined up in front of the bleachers and filed out of the school. I was last in line and before I went out the peeling blue doors of the gym I looked back and I saw it. It changed a lot. It had been there before but I never really saw it. Don't ask me what it was I saw because I don't really know what entirely it was either. I paused for a moment and continued on my way out the blue doors and through the lobby, out into the stained sidewalk and the gray sky.

Bye.


By Ashton

2 comments:

  1. Ashton this writing is so strong with mood and description…what you were seeing, what you were feeling…the idea of "alone" is very strong. I really, really like that.

    But dude…what happened?? I don't yet understand the plot. though…maybe it doesn't need a strong plot…a lot of writing, a lot of my favorite writing, is very, very descriptive but has a slow moving story…mostly reflection, description, mood…like what you have here….but I feel like it's missing something. Like a more stated reflection…"I feel alone and…" I like it? I prefer it? I don't like it? I wish something was different?

    And I think it's fine that you leave us guessing about the song you heard and the thing you saw as you were leaving for the bus…but I still want to know more about it. Why was it important? Did it change you? Did you change and seeing it remind you of the change in yourself?

    Gimme more!!! :)

    And I LOVE LOVE LOVE that are you are doing this writing. It's pretty awesome.

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  2. Ashton,

    I see it! As Robin says, this is beautifully written, but yes, I do see it! It is like nothing that I have ever seen before, how it revealed itself with the orange light. There is no discription for it, but go ahead tell us more about.

    Gramps

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