Days, Slots and Subjects for Presenations Projects

Thursday, March 29

1.  Nikki: John Krakauer (Creative Non-Fiction)

2.  Megan and Hayley: Agatha Cristie (Fiction)


Tuesday, April 3

1. Bobbi and Bethany: J.K. Rowling (Fiction)

2.  Kassie and Kaylee: Robert Frost (Poetry)

3.  James and Sierra: E.E. Cummings (Poetry)


Thursday, April 5

1. Paul and Ash: Cormac McCarthy (Fiction)

2.  Tricia and Zach: William Faulkner (Fiction)

3.  Briana: Joan Didion (Creative Non-Fiction)

ABC Story

Project Xerneas

A system of bright lights stands before him, their lights barely illuminating the darkened room. Blood drips briefly onto the keys as he paces in place, panic and sweat prominent on his face, even in the darkness. Computers and technologies were what he was good at, that’s why the rebels made him their leader, but this madness? Death was something he wasn’t used to, but he just watched Jas—

“Enough of that, Zane, back away from the computer.” 

Faintly, a voice filled with pure blood-lust fills his ear, like a mother’s loving whisper if her love was filled with hate. Gingerly, Zane turned himself around, a cold stone forming in his stomach as he saw the face behind him.

“Henry, you’re aliv-” 

Is all he managed to say, before he got hit across the face with the of a metal hand, the force causing him to fall to the floor. Just his hands hit the floor, sending pain throughout his arms, before he feels his shirt get grabbed, forcing him to get dragged through the air – his feet leaving the floor by the enormous, cyborg figure in front of him. Kicking his legs in front of him, he struggled to get out of Henry’s cold grasp, his breath coming out in pants. Loosening himself just a bit from the grasp, he takes the opportunity to strip himself of his shirt and fall to the floor, his pale skin feeling cold against the mechanical air in the room. Mechanical… the mechanical lights! No matter how distressed he had been, he shouldn’t have forgotten his original objective – the computer behind him and shutting down program Xerneas.

“Oh, please, do you really think I’ll let you do that?”

“Please, Henry, this was your dream too…!”

Quiet breaths filled the room, Henry pausing at this response… not wasting this opportunity, he drifted his hand closer to the keyboards of the computers – only a few more keystrokes left before he was finished. Rage filled Henry’s face as he saw this, quickly bringing his foot to knock him in the stomach, his lunch (the little he managed to eat) vomiting from his stomach onto the floor.

“Stop…”

“To let you put an end to Xerneas?! Uneducated rebels like you are the reason I’m like the way I am now, Zane!”

Very quietly, Zane once again dragged his hand closer to the keyboard, keeping his face to Henry, his former comrade, as he tried to distract him enough to finish what he needed to do.

“We didn’t know you were still alive, Henry! Xerneas was after us, and we didn’t have time to check after you got your head blasted open!”

“You didn’t care, you only wanted to keep your precious rebellion alive you so you play lead-“

Zane’s hand had finally reached the keyboard, his hand putting in the final strokes to put an end to Project Xerneas – Henry falling in a collapse of cyborg metal and flesh to the floor.