Hurricane (Ongoing implements)

[perfectpeach]

Hurrucane Prologue.

Hello. It's been a long time since i wrote anything. Not even a poem. But I can be proud of this, because it is not only what i consider my finest original works (and first) but because it is based aroundwhat I experience in everyday life. The aim is to reach you all and relate to you through it. This is aimed to be a diary. So please enjoy it ^^ I won't continue if you don't post. I need criticism, positive or negative, to work on my writing skills. God knows they need it XD

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Each year, I found myself with a resolve to do what I promise myself every year but I never quite meet that promise. When I promise to be hard working, I spend the first few weeks spending nearly every second of the day on homework that I come to realise is supposed to be that easy, being a cruel taster of what is to be inevitably be a harsher regime.

It comes to a point in the not-so-solid resolve I tend to delude myself and others with, that I realise that it is just that; a delusion. I read once that it is fantasy that provokes process. One hard fact about myself is that I believe what I read, as long as it isn?t printed in columns. It is when this delusion breaks that I see the true image of what I aspire to be in the form of older girls. Head girl, deputy heads, prefects and even monitors. Even that anal-retentive bootlick that doesn?t care that she has no friends as long as she gets straight A?s. There is an air about then that I admire, that I hope others see around me and what I someday hope to see around myself. Occasionally, there are moments that the air turns into a breeze and it somehow catches itself onto me. It?s a pleasant feeling, like learning that you can do multiplication or ride a bike for the first time. Only, it doesn?t diminish. It?s always there, only not always accessible.

This year, the air is mine to wear, in the form of prefect.

Having made my peace with the rest of the elected charity prefects, I still can?t help getting a feeling of contempt radiating from them, almost like a bid to separate my person form their own already existing alliance. What?s worse is that, without me having to sound boastful, it seems as though I am the only one taking this seriously and the only one who recognises the need for organisation when equipped with a job such as this. I?m not sure whether it is a case of overconfidence on their part, inexperience or just plain laziness, but there is a part of me that is certain that they just do not want to accept anything that may count as my own contribution. The work of an outsider.

This is what has bought me to become the unofficial ?secretary?. I have my own diary dedicated to the works of my position, and all-important dates, events and things that must yet be done are organised and ready. Today, I made my first official move as prefect and introduced myself to an ally of a project commandeered from the old prefect. It felt?significant, like I?ve just taken another step to adulthood. Strangely though, I didn?t feel scared. In fact, it felt tantalisingly addictive.

I have now taken it upon myself to attach strings to these people. Puppet strings. Although the four of us are officially equals I have no intention of letting there be a communist form between us where we are supposedly equals but the majority always rules. If it has to be a case of leadership, then I have no intention of myself becoming the passive task-turner. In a book I am reading, a group of women established power over kings and queens alike, by tying strings that people don?t even know are there. A clever and admirable tactic, one I will fondly adopt with these girls. It is from this adoption, from the many invisible puppet strings manoeuvred through subtle pushes into corners with walls that disappear into the sky and through the infringement of certain traditional methods, that I will establish myself with the girls who so obviously feel they can control me.

There is to be a change in the winds this year.

[saeki54]

Nice!

It's like you written this in an informal way. Not too hard to understand, yet quite easy to comprehend in a person's brain...

It's pretty deep too. You're really good. REALLY!

[perfectpeach]

why thank you m'dear!

*glomp*

My mum said it was TOO formal and complicated -.- i was really worried after that.

[saeki54]

STOP *cough* glomp *choke* ME!!!!