Okay, I know, I know, I know. I have not updated a lot of my other stories, in a long time. I have started way too many. Yes, I realize that. But I had this cool idea in dreadful pre-algebra while learning how to simplify equations. Hurray. Anyways, even though I'm going to have a hard time on my homework, it was worth it. I'm pretty sure no one has used this idea on Zoey 101 if so, tell me. Okay, well, tell me if I should continue. This may be a bit confusing, which is why it's important to follow, read ALL of it, and it's supposed to seem confusing. Her thoughts are supposed to be out there, confusing. It's what I am trying to capture. Just, read on and tell me if I should continue.
Frozen Presence
Chapter 1
Dana POV
"You're not right in the head Dana.""
"Never was."
"You never will be."
"Dana, why not do what everyone else does?"
"Dana, why are you striving to be different?"
"Don't you want to fit in?"
"Dana, you're a strange one."
I have a very different view on life. Really, I can't quite figure out what goes on in my head. Even though I might not think right, I am a very intelligent person. Ask me any question, go on.
What is the circumference of the earth?
There is an easy question. It's quite simple, 24,859.82 miles. The earth is a tad wider than it is tall, giving it a slight bulge at the equator. How do I know?
Perhaps it's not necessarily intelligence, but memory. I heard that a total of about three times, and looked it up, making sure our teacher was correct, and that was three years ago.
That's not the point though.
Not exactly the point.
Back to my view on life. For example, there are so many people out there afraid of death.
Why?
I don't get it. I'm not afraid, I'm actually quite curious. Like, I almost can't wait to see what happens.
Wow, that sounds very morbid.
What is also quite morbid is that I'm very interested in all this stuff. Like, death, murder, kidnapping, whatever you may call this subject. It's like, I want to get into a mind of a killer, and see what provokes them so much that they have to murder someone for satisfaction.
Or get into a mind of a psychopath, and see what clicks, and snaps inside of them to make them go insane.
Morbid, yes, and totally off subject also.
I really don't have a subject. This is my story, so I can talk about whatever I want to talk about here. I'm talking about me, this story focuses around me. It makes perfect sense.
"Where are the mitochondria?"
I don't know where I put it teacher. Can't you hear me?
I said aloud, I don't know.
It must have been too quiet for you to hear.
Now, you are yelling at me, because I forgot the Mitochondria.
But what you don't know is that I have just found it.
It's right here.
Please understand.
"It's right here. Can I go on?" With a nod from the teacher, and a snicker from a student, I decided to pursue my presentation, "The mitochondria are these three red Starbursts on top of my icing, which the icing represents the cytoplasm." Shoot, I stumbled. She snatched me out of my trance.
"Which cell did you do, you never mentioned that in the beginning," the teacher asked. She always had it out for me. From the moment I came in late on the first day of this class.
"The animal cell," I said loud enough so I wouldn't be questioned again.
"Go on, we don't have all day Dana." Yes, I realize we don't have all day. But we do have another hour left from our one and a half our block of this dreadful class that I try to pass time with whatever means I have. I always fail, and this class ends up seeming longer then the rest.
"The Milk Duds I have here represent the vacuoles," I explained pointing to the milk dud candy pieces I had on my cake project. Zoey tilted my cake forward, so that everyone sitting in the class could see, and so the teacher could make sure it was there. Since I am not trusted. She was holding my cake, because I only have two hands, and with those two hands, I was holding up my poster blueprint, and holding my notes in the other.
"Why is it that you choose Milk Duds?" She asked. Did she ask any of the other students why they chose what they did?
No.
"I figured since these are curved, they could hold something small in them. Vacuoles store energy and food, and I wanted to make this edible cell project you had us do, as real as possible," I explained. She had no response, for that was a really good answer.
I have defeated her with her own head games this time.
"I see, now where your nucleus and nucleolus at?" She pressed, tapping her pen against her cheek showing a sign of impatience. Sighing, knowing she wasn't going to let me go that easily I spoke.
"I was about to explain that. The apple on my cake," Zoey tilted it down with shaky hands once again, "represents both the nucleus and nucleolus. The apple itself, is the nucleus and the seeds inside are the nucleolus. The material inside the seeds, I figured could represent the DNA and RNA, even though you never asked us to show that."
Take that. The look in her eyes were just enough to make me smile, just enough.
"Good enough. Sit down." Gathering my poster off the white board, I sat down, my edible cell in front of me.
"Next, we have Mr. Reese. Are you going to share yours?" She asked, changing her tone.
Who cares what he has to say?
She's going to slap an A on his project without taking a second glance at what he did.
Well, at least I did a good job on my presentation. There was no excuse for her to give me anything below an A.
I dipped my finger into my icing on my cake, and slowly licked off every last dribble.
"Didn't I say not to eat these until we were finished with our presentations Dana?"
Who cares? I hate everyone in this class anyways.
Okay, not Zoey. But just about everyone else.
Crossing my legs, I stared at Logan, giving his pathetic presentation. What a sorry excuse for life. Maybe I can get away with listening to my ipod. It's quite simple, I just slip it through my sleeves of my sweatshirt and there you go. Music that no teachers will hear.
Thinking of the consequences, of somehow, someway that this sorry excuse for a science teacher would find out, I decided against it. I can survive another hour of this.
This is so completely unfair, and now I'm having another compulsive thought of shooting either this teacher, or Logan. Too bad I don't have a gun, or the guts to do it.
Oh, and so you don't freak out, and back away from me, I am sort of kidding. I told this random person I was going to grow up and become a serial killer, she backed away from me and has avoided me ever since. I was only kidding, and do you really think I am going to tell random people I am going to become a serial killer, if I really was? I'm a very complex confusing person. Just stick with me, and try to grasp the concept that I like to do things away from the crowd. I like to be different. It's just me. I'm only being honest.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
It looks as if the bigger hand on our clock was beginning to move slower and slower. The speed of a tired slug. The voices of everyone's whispers were being drowned out of my head as I began to rub my temples and shut my eyes. Usually, I cannot zone out this much. It's as if nobody is really talking, or as if no one has moved, or taken a breath. There was a deadly silence, and I felt I have been put in a total isolation in my mind. I can hear my own breath which begun to shake, as I tried to bring myself back to reality.
It wasn't working.
No voices were heard.
No movements were made.
No breaths were being taken in.
Nothing.
It was deadly cold.
Opening my eyes, the room began to spin. I looked to both sides of me, nothing was helping. Is this what is feels like when you pass out?
But it all stopped.
Instantly. I felt better, my mind cleared.
The dizziness was gone.
Not noticing anything around me, I took both of my hands, and lifted them slowly to my cheeks, feeling all over my face.
Am I really here?
Giving myself a quick pinch, I am still alive. But no voices were heard. Did I become deaf?
Help, I'm trapped in another one of my imaginative situations.
Then I realized, still not knowing if this was reality, or some natural high I have put myself in that no one was moving. No one was speaking.
Logan was still standing stupidly up there.
But completely frozen.
Was I looking at a picture?
Am I imagining this other dimension from my boredom?
Lifting my legs and standing up, I made sure I still had the use of my legs. I did. They were walking over to the front. No one said anything. Not even our teacher. My legs were walking on their own, controlled by their own mind. I think I fell asleep. My cold hand somehow lifted up unintentionally and I touched Logan's face. Immediately, I recoiled away, scared of a consequence.
He was frozen.
Frozen, did time freeze?
Looking at the clock, it was still moving. Seconds were still ticking by, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Was this a practical joke or something?
I randomly slapped Logan on his arm, and he didn't even flinch or move the slightest bit. Taking his hand, I realized he was a normal temperature. Warm.
Now how come my hands are freezing? They feel like I am holding ice cubes, yet his feels like he just got out of a warm shower. Sighing, I realized it had to be so cold in here, that I could see my own breath. It was like, a 30 degree temperature drop in a thirty second time period.
Moving to the next person, which happened to be the teacher, I tested the same things. Not a twitch from her. What have I done? Maybe if I take a seat at my desk, and think this through, I can figure something out.
Shuffling back over to my seat, I sat down, closing my eyes, and rubbing my temples like before. Constantly repeating in my head it was just a dream. I rubbed in circles, forward then backwards. Repeatedly. All of a sudden, I heard talking again. I heard movement, and my hands felt warmer. My eyes shot open, to see everyone focused on Logan's presentation again.
There was nothing to think about, no one to tell.
No one that would believe me.
Nothing to do, besides shrug it off.
Okay, tell me if you like it. I thought it was a pretty good idea to put on here. If you like it, I will continue, if not, I won't. Simple as that. Don't worry; I will update all my other stories soon. Please review.
--Brittany