The Life

The purpose for this assignment was to attach our information, which we got from interviewing and make a story with fantastic realism. We discussed and watched a short video of fantastic realism. Our story will be recorded and soon there will be a movie presentation, which will go a long with it.

Waking up late on Saturday is probably the best. I love the Saturdays with nothing to do, nothing to bother you, and nothing to worry about. Some Saturdays are a day at the park, some Saturdays are going out, and some Saturdays are just doing things at home you would never have time for during the week. I have the best time during the Saturdays, they are just like a holiday, but come every single week. The best part is no school at all. I like school, but there are sometimes in my life, which makes me want to ditch school. Well, anyway lets get back to my life. I was on my bed thinking about the activities I should do this Saturday. Something weird happens, a swirl you can see but can not touch, a smell that you know, but cannot remember. The fashion unimaginable to people in 2007.

I was standing somewhere, but where? "Hey, where am I?" I asked a stranger, which was walking toward me. Something amazing happened, he walked right through me, and not a sound he made to reply me. Just walking as if I were a ghost. Impossible, where am I? Why am I here? What happened? My Saturday is ruined! I looked around, trying to find a way out of this misery. I saw an old building with kids going in. I followed this boy, just my age wearing a uniform. He was running, I heard a bell, and I saw him stopping by, to change to a pair of different shoes. He ran toward his classroom. Next thing you know a teacher grabbed him and made him stand against the wall. Asking him why he was late. I was watching him beat to the ground. I felt sorry for him, but nothing I can do in this world. I walked down the hall and saw him go into freshman class 3-A. I finally found out I was in the olden days of Japan, which my parents grew up in.

I fell out of my bed, I looked at my clock, and it was still 2:00 a.m. "Wait a minute, it was just 10:00 in the morning on Saturday. But it is right now 2:00 on Saturday!" I felt strange for some odd reason, but soon I forgot about what had happened. I couldn't go to sleep so, I thought about what my soccer practice was going to be like. I hated running long distances for my soccer conditioning. Right now 3:00 finally. Soccer was my favorite sport, so I could probably think about it for more than a day non-stop. I was thinking about my practice, stopping my thoughts, which were bad, and imagining about what had happened right now, before I woke up at 2 IN THE MORNING!!

I was dizzy, the world around me soon started to swirl around me. Hot, cold, and sick, I realized that I was in a gym somewhere. Pritty hard to imagine, but I was standing in the corner-watching girls play volleyball. I was confused, I thought to myself about the possibilities of coming back into the past of old Japan. I was thinking, closing my eyes, when I heard a slap. A girl was on the floor, butt flat to the ground. I actually understood what the coach told her. Something about running around the gym with a rope and a tire. She did what the coach told her, she tied the rope so she was actually pulling the tire across the floor. I walked up to the coach, forgetting I was a ghost, and unable to punch him, I attempted too. I tripped and landed face forward.

I woke up, and it was still dark. I was on the floor for some odd reason. I looked at the clock and it was still 3:00. Just turning to 3:01, I decided that I was going to stay awake until sun up. It was clearly impossible, I feel asleep again. This time I woke up, in my bed, 10:00 in the morning. It was Saturday. I felt really good that day. About lunchtime I was with my parents eating ramen. They were talking about why they had moved to Hawaii. They told me that the Japanese culture was weird and harsh. I asked them why, and they replied, "We had school on Saturdays, and if we were late to class, we were hit hard into the ground." My father said to me. "Also at sports practice, if you do something wrong the coach will give you harsh punishments." My mom said with sorrow. I finally remembered the pictures and what I saw. I closed my eyes, and opened them again.

I woke up, 2:00 in the morning, the day was Saturday . . .