#20: Writer's Block

So…I have no clue where in the world I am going with this short story of mine. The plotline seemed so much better in my head when I was thinking about it and plotting about it but now I just don’t even know. I am having writer’s block write now. I can’t get any of my creativity flowing through my brain, which is a serious problem for me right now because I have to get these blogs done and get them done soon! I love to write and I have journal after journal of different plotlines at home yet right now this particular story is not going so well for me.  I think I have just over worked my brain with all of this school work that I have been doing. It’s insanity!!! My mind is like a gel pen right now. It starts off strong, writing smoothly without any problems, then, as the ink begins to get low, it begins to skip when your writing, so if you write the letter “a” it might come out looking like some weird shape that doesn’t even resemble a letter. At first the skipping isn’t that bad, but then it begins to skip more and more until eventually it runs out of ink and you can’t write anymore. Sometimes you can even see the little bit of ink left but it just isn’t enough to come out of the pen. Well, that’s my brain right now. It’s out of ink. If only I could just buy a new one…Oh well! 

#19: Welcome to America

   The voices got louder as footsteps approached the car. Michiko tensed as the door opened and hands grabbed her arm. Though  she resisted, the man puled her seemingly effortlessly from the car and dumped her on the ground. She looked next to her and saw her little bother, Chokichi, lying beside her, motionless with a dark purple bruise blossoming on his face, covering half of it.
  "What have you done to my brother?" Michiko demanded.
 "He wasn't as cooperative as you, little girl, so I had to break him in, show him how things work around here," one of the men said, followed by a sinister laugh.
   A string of curses flowed from Michiko's mouth and she was soon gagged. She and Chokichi were forced to walk, Chokichi carried on Michiko's back. They walked out into the extending land in front of them. She walked of what seemed like miles, but finally reached a convoy of cars blockading their way. Everything happened so fast. THe men keeping Michiko and her brother were soon on the ground, men in suits holding them down. One of the men wearing suits ushered Michiko and her brother, still unconscious, into a black truck and sped off into the darkness.

#18: Sneak

 "Relax. Your brother will be meeting up with us somewhere else. We had to separate you two so we would be less suspicious. We are just about to cross into America from Mexico. The drugs were supposed to last longer though…You weren't supposed to wake up for at least another four hours or so."
 His voice trails off, leaving only the sound of Michiko's sobs. She began to calm down and soon stopped crying, her face changing to an expression of stone.
  "You have to stay in the back under this tarp and stay as still as possible, otherwise you'll be riding in the trunk. Got it? I'm not about to let this whole job go south because of one insolent little girl. Now lay back down and put this over you," he said, handing her a tarp.
   Michiko obeyed silently, wanting just to see her brother again and get him back. The ride continued on for hours, the whole time Michiko worried about her brother. The engine finally cut off and the car came to a stop. Michiko, hearing other voices, held her breath and held as still as she possibly could. Patiently waiting to see what would happen next.

#17: Plan B

     The man placed a cloth over Michiko's mouth and nose. The cloth had a sweet smelling liquid on it which, coupled with Chokichi's screaming and crying, was the last thing that Michiko remembered before her world slipped into the deep dark void of oblivion. She awoke, some time later, with a major headache and something thick and heavy around her head. For a moment or two, she couldn't remember what had happened, but it slowly came back to her. She began to panic. She tried to find her brother, frantically searching for him under the thick tarp. The longer she searched, the more worried she became. She had been so focused on finding her brother that she didn't hear or feel the engine start up and the car start to move. She tried to break free of the tarp but couldn't. Screaming at whoever was driving, she flung herself in every which direction until the car stopped and the tarp was lifted from her head.
    "What have you done with my brother? Answer me!" she screamed.
   Blinded by tears, she threw a punch in the general direction of the other person, angry at herself when she missed, but more concerned about her brother. Her young, innocent brother.

#16: Complications

Michiko awoke to someone screaming. She bolted straight up in her bed and looked around. There were men all around them. One dragging Chokichi out. How had she allowed herself to fall asleep? What was going on? She thought as she sprung into action. She grabbed hold of her brother and held on tight. The man tried to pull him from her grasp but she kicked him in the chin. He let out a cry and let go of Chokichi. Seeing that the door was open, she tried to get away with Chokichi but something grabbed her from behind and pulled her back into the room. Chokichi began to cry as another man grabbed him. Someone slammed Michiko down against the concrete floor, leaving her disoriented. Trying to break free of her assailant, she squirms under his grip. She hears a rough laugh rupture from his lips, able to be heard over the noise of everything else. She struggled against his iron grip, desperate to get her brother and get away. But to where? she thought.
       "Let me go!" She demanded.
       "Not a chance sweetheart," he said, "You see, our boss realized that there were going to be some, let's say, complications in bringing you and your brother into America, so we are going to have to use plan 'B'."
      For one reason or another, Michiko didn't like the way that sounded.

#15: Just me ranting...again

   I hate migraines. They are terrible. I always have a headache and its always hard for me to focus. I might end up taking all my exams on top of everything else! I used to like school, but junior year is absolutely terrible. I do not understand why some of my friends feel the need to rub their grades in my face. I am happy for them to have good grades, but sometimes they go a little far as to insult me personally. I do not appreciate it in the least. So now I am sitting in my room, listening to some classical music to try to calm me down. I can't afford to get worked up because I have to take the PSAT tomorrow and since I am a junior I am eligible for National Merit Scholarships if I do well enough on this. I have to do well on this, but at this point I am so tired I am having problems just spelling my name right. These past few months have been so busy. Fall break can not come soon enough! After tomorrow I'm free from school until Tuesday. Thank the good Lord!

#14: Journey

Michiko and Chokichi were on the ship for a few days. Their diet consisted of bread and beef jerky, which Michiko always gave to her brother. She was becoming weak, but didn't care. All she really cared about was keeping her brother safe. No one ever came to check on them. The closest things to human contact they had were the food deliveries in the morning and at night. That and each other. They both longed to be off of the ship, but the journey never seemed to end.
  Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Chokichi would wake up screaming because of he rats that were nibbling on his clothes. The rats were becoming more of a nuisance every day, and they seemed to double in number everyday.
  Michiko had made a few attempts to clean the room, but she soon realized that it was no use. Day after day they sat in that dimly lit room, staring into space. Michiko feared that they would go crazy on board the ship, being held captive. She had tried to get out of the room on many occasions, but there was no way to open the door from the inside. They were trapped.