January 22, 2005
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A hand grips tightly around my arm. I spin around.
“What do you want from me?” I say; panic surging though my veins, shooting up my spine, extending to the tips of my toenails, piercing every joint in my body with an eerie sensation of numbness. Leaving me paralyzed into a state of stupor and paranoia. I squint, recklessly seeking an escape. But lights are flashing sporadically in every given direction. So bright that they seer through my eyes like deadly light sabers and assemble a home for themselves in my cobwebby cottage of a brain where I am forced to witness their spontaneous, luminescent flashes even when the windows to their home are bolted shut. And they just continue to spark to this abrupt, consistent thump that ceaselessly stomps on the remains of my hearing. Boom. Boom. Boom. A ceremonial tribal beat. A death omen. And all these obscure, menacing silhouetted figures glide and twirl around in disarray to the understatedly creepy sound, advancing toward me with each quivering vibration of the beat. And oh, god. They’re after me. They’re all out to get me. Boom. Boom. Boom. They’re crowding around me now. Air! Space! Breathe! But I can’t. Too many blurry bodies beckoning me to join them, tugging impatiently at my stiff, impliable arms, pleading me, unknowingly pushing me down, crushing me as they continue to grip and beg and shift repeatedly to that god-awful noise.
“Daryl…” one hisses icily, the words coldly sliding just below the wrath of that dictating beat. Boom. Boom. Boom. And I really know what they want. But never. No way will I ever let them have it. I will not give in. They can keep closing in, grabbing on, pulling, pushing. But there is just no way. I’ll fight-
“Daryl…” it utters again. I’m as rigid as a high dive, as stolid as a lifeless boulder, as flexible as the line that separates life from death. I gaze into the shadowy face of the speaker and listen in to what will undoubtedly be my merciless death sentence.
“Gawsh, Dar.” It whines, “We know you hate school dances, but this is just ridiculous."
Comments (5)
yeah we don't dance.
good times. :-Þ
haha....
Interesting
i was expecting this 20 page entry about how you can;t dance. it was good though. except your forgetting the part where you were on a dance team and led the group in "bye bye bye"
have ffun studying for midterms... 4 days till im 365 days from getting my permit 
xo - jay
Hahah. Oh boy can I relate!
Although I couldnt have put into words that perfectly and detail my experiences quite like you did; I DO NOT get 'jiggy wid it' and have a "sweet" time at our school dances.
On contrare, I despise them.
Hope all is well, (except for those dances),
Ashley
dance the night away d.. dance the night away.
xxj
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