Week 12: This Week’s Winning Stories
Ötzi the Iceman
Ötzi’s body was a visual shock to two hikers. They were his first audience in hundreds of years. The hikers contacted authorities, who had to contact an archaeologist so they could get a better vision of how he died and why he had been invisible for hundreds of years.
Once Ötzi was found, the archaeologists had to revise their thinking about how Ötzi
died. They now say that an arrow went through the back of his shoulder and hit an artery. So he bled to death. Scientists say this because they found a visible wound and tip of an arrow beneath the skin of Ötzi’s shoulder.
After the scientists did all the research they needed to do on Ötzi the Iceman’s body, they decided to televise Ötzi and all the information about him they had learned. If you turn on your television, you may be able to learn all about Ötzi and his murder mystery.
Ötzi is a 5,300-year-old corpse that was found in 1991 on the border of Austria and Italy. The hikers were certainly not expecting to come into contact with an intact body of Ötzi the Iceman while on a peaceful walk in the mountain.
I’m so nervous as I get ready for my first date. This is HUGE. The girl I’m about to date is really cute, and if I make one wrong move, then the whole thing could be a disaster. I’m taking her to the movies, though. What could go wrong?
I envision the whole thing in my head over and over, imagining it going well and nothing going wrong. I literally spend ten minutes in the bathroom trying to get my hair done just right. Finally, I’m ready and get into my car to pick up my date.
When I arrive at her house, I’m shaking. My heart is pound as fast as the speed of light. I knock on the door, and she answers it. I can’t believe how good she looks. It is good that we will be staring at a television because I don’t know if I can do much talking. I walk her down to my car, and my first date adventure begins.
When we arrive at the theater, I quickly say a silent prayer asking the Lord to make provision for this to be a great date. I decide to buy some snacks and candy because what’s a movie without snacks and candy?
So far everything is going as planned, and my date, Skylar, has a smile on her face, and I’m not as nervous anymore. Then we step into the auditorium and slip into the audience.
The whole thing went great. I love the theater because of the quality picture and vision that combines with the fantastic audio. I think Skylar really enjoyed the date as well. We both talked normally and had a great time. I’m very glad it all worked out so well because I had to revise my date plan often until I thought it was perfect. It turns out, all that revision paid off.
Before I drop Skylar back at her house, I make sure to get her contact information so I can go out with her again. Tonight was probably the scariest night of my entire life, but also one of the best.
I head back to my house to get some sleep, and all I think about is how well the whole thing went and how tactful and pleasant my very first date was.
Riley and I walked into the auditorium for his very first audition. There was a very good chance the producer I had written to last month was going to pick Riley to be the star of the new television show.
A supervisor quickly approached us, holding a clipboard. She asked, “Name of the actor, please.”
“Riley, Riley Fetch,” I whisper.
“How’s Riley’s vision?” the supervisor questions.
“Um…great!” I lie. Riley is ten years old, and his vision is less than perfect these days, but I don’t want that to count against him.
“Good, go ahead and turn off the stage lights. This one has great vision!” the supervisor yells across the room.
The room goes black. The supervisor asks me to stay here and be part of the audience, and he tells me that he will supervise Riley from here. I take a seat, just as I see Riley’s scruffy white body reach the stage.
The lights come back on, and I get a visual of Riley. He’s standing there in the middle of the stage. He looks scared.
The producer yells, “Lights! Camera! Action!”
The supervisor commands, “Riley. Bark!” Riley stares.
“Riley, talk!” he yells. Riley stares again.
“Riley, sit!” he orders, clearly irritated. Riley just stands there.
I’m feeling so embarrassed right now and wish I was invisible so I could grab Riley and got out of here. He is obviously scared. This is so not like him. That’s when I figure it out. Riley dropped his ball. Where can it be? I look around and see that his ball, Riley’s orange squeaking ball, is in the supervisor’s hand.
I jump up from my seat and hurry over to the supervisor. I explain to him that Riley needs his ball to do his tricks. The supervisor then rolls the ball over to Riley. “Phew,” I say, “problem solved.”
Riley gets to redo his test and aces it like a BOSS! Riley walks off the stage and comes running over to me. The producer tells the supervisor, “Let Riley’s owner know we will be in contact.”
Fingers crossed, he gets the job….
Ohhh, no. Not this again! “MOM WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!” I yelled in panic.
“Ohh, Grace, they’re not that bad! Stop overreacting,” she said with an annoyed look on her face.
If anything, I was definitely not overreacting; I was underreacting. “Mom, you have never supervised them before; they’re a total nightmare!” I yelped.
“You are babysitting Lia and Max no matter what! I already set it up with their mom,” she said still annoyed.
I can’t BELIEVE my own mother would make me the supervisor of terrible twins, aka Lia and Max. Last time I babysat them, they cried all night because I took away the Sharpie that they were drawing with on my bedroom wall. My mom and the twins’ mom, Ms. Clarson, are best friends, so they go out and do stuff, when I’m left babysitting their kids, with no pay! They are at that age where you have to do everything first, and you can’t share, and you throw fits all the time. This is what I call the “ME ME ME” age; it’s everyone from 3-4 and sometimes 5. Anyway, I should get ready for them coming over.
Pepper spray, check. Locked every door, check. DING DONG; DING DONG; DING DONG. My mom opens the door and the kids are there. Lia is standing there with her bright hazel eyes and blonde hair in two pigtails. Then there’s Max, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, holding “bun-bun” his stuffed animal. “GUACE!” they run up to me and give me big hugs.
I know; they seem so cute! Just wait. “Bye, Mom,” I say.
“Bye, mommy, I love you!” they say to their mom.
The moms leave, and right as the door closes, the twins go wild. I finally had Lia in contact. “Not today!” I said and grabbed her lightly, but so she couldn’t run away. There was Max sliding down the stair railing. I grabbed him with the other hand and have them sit down so I can talk to them. “You can not go wild like that! Do you guys understand?” I explain really annoyed.
“NO!” they both yell and run off laughing.
I try to catch them, but for toddlers, they are really fast. I give up and start watching television. After five minutes, they both sit down next to me and start watching. I notice and put on Caillou (my favorite show as a kid) and go to make them popcorn. As they are watching, I clean up the house, but I will admit, I did watch most of the Caillou episodes with them.
Watching Caillou brought back so many memories. I remember I used to think that everyone on television could see me, like they were my audience. I also thought that everyone had a superpower, but only got it at a certain time, like invisibility, or some other provision.
“We’re back!” Ms.Clarson says, surprising me.
“Shushhh!” I whisper because the twins are asleep on my lap. They wake up anyway, though.
“Mommy!” they say as they run up to hug their mom.
“Thank you so much for babysitting the twins, Grace,” she states happily.
“No problem. I’d supervise them anytime!” I reply, not sarcastically.
After that, the twins leave and it is just my mom and me. “I think I’m going to revise. I love babysitting them, as long as we have popcorn and a television, I’m good!”
“She’s here,” Mom yells quite loudly to me.
“Okay,” I reply as I roll my eyes like I really don’t care. I walk downstairs to tell Mom goodbye and to say hello to my babysitter.
“Remember, Sadie, no television,” Mom reminds me, sounding like I had already forgotten.
“I know, I know,” I groan in reply.
“Bye,” Mom says quietly as she walks out the door.
I ignore Mom and march up to my room, leaving the babysitter downstairs, alone.
You probably don’t know this but, I’m a prankster. So, now I have to envision my plan.
Prank #1: a classic/ baby powder on the fan.
Prank #2: invisible plastic wrap, to put on an entryway where my babysitter will walk in when I “contact” her.
Prank #3: pretending to cut off my hand.
I smirk as I look at my clever pranks. This babysitter thinks that she’s here to supervise me; nope. She’s here to get pranked.
I sprint downstairs with my hand shoved up in my sweatshirt. I have a fake hand from Halloween where my real hand is supposed to be.
“Linda, can I make dinner?” I ask my babysitter, unable to stop myself from smiling.
“Oh, sure thanks, Sadie!” Linda says with excitement from head to toe.
I grab a watermelon to cut for the fruit that I have to eat with my dinner. Then, I grab a very sharp knife to cut it with.
“AHHHHHHHHH” I scream as my hand falls off after I “accidentally” cut it.
Linda turns her full attention to me and joins in on the screaming.
“OH, MY GOSH!” Linda howls as she dials 911 on her phone.
“Don’t call 911; I’m okay,” I say as I reveal that my hand is still intact.
“You little witch!” Linda shrieks at me as we play a game of chasing each other.
I run upstairs with a vision of what Linda’s next reaction will be, hopefully not calling 911.
I take out my prank bag from under my bed. Then I snatch some plastic wrap and some clear tape from my bag and hurry off to the entrance of my Mom’s bedroom.
I quickly tape up the plastic wrap and turn on the T.V., volume all the way up. Sure enough, I hear Linda stomping up the stairs. She’s probably coming to tell me that I’m not allowed to watch television. The best part of this is that the plastic wrap is not visible, so Linda will run right into it.
I sit on the bed and laugh as Linda walks dumbly into my second prank. “Mmmmmm,” Linda moans as she tries to get free.
“Ha, ha,” I say with a grin as I run away.
I know that Linda will get away eventually so I lock my bedroom door and take out my baby powder. Then, I quickly sprint through the connecting door, leading me to the guest bedroom.
After that, I spread out the old blanket on the bed so my next prank won’t make a big mess. Knock, knock.
“OPEN THIS DOOR, NOW!” Linda screams through the door. I can tell that she’s full of rage.
“Uhhhh Linda, I don’t fe…….,” the rest was cut of by the demands and shouts from the fifteen-year-old, Linda.
As Linda bangs on the door, I spread the baby powder on the blades of the fan. After that, I spring to the entrance of the room and unlock the door. Then I throw myself onto the bed.
Linda turns the doorknob as quietly as a mouse. She is probably being so cautious because she has already been pranked twice, and she doesn’t want to be pranked again. Although, I don’t care. She walks in the room and I can feel her cold eyes watching my every move. So, I decide to tell a small lie.
“Linda, I’m sorry about the pranks; can you ever forgive me?” I say acting like I mean it.
“Only if you promise to stop pranking me; then yes,” Linda replies kindly.
“Promise,” I say with my eyes wide.
“Hey, can you turn on the fan? I’m hot,” I ask Linda trying to hide my wide smile.
“Sure,” Linda says, getting up.
I run out of the room and watch as Linda turns white.
“SADIEEEEEEEEEE!” Linda screams at the top of her lungs.
“I have pleased my audience once again,”I tease Linda.
“Oh, no, Mom is home from her meeting at the school auditorium,” I shriek as my face turns bright red.
Past Years’ Winning Stories
The Invisibility Potion
I wake up and smell a disgusting odor. I follow the putrid smell to my little sister Elaina’s bedroom. Of course. She is a budding chemist, and is always trying out new experiments. Sometimes she will put the strangest ingredients in her concoctions. For instance, she once mixed dog poop and root beer together thinking that it would make her fly.
I place my hand on the doorknob, and open the door. She is not in the room, but I see the mess that she left behind when she went to breakfast: Plastic test tubes, paper towels, and protective glasses.
I venture in, trying to find a ways to mask the smell. I start to turn off the television, but stop when I see what is on. There is a man on a stage in an auditorium, addressing the audience. He is talking about how he may need contact lenses because his vision is not working right. How boring, but it is totally something Elaina would want to watch.
“Kevin! Breakfast!” I hear my mom yell from downstairs.
“Coming!” I scream back as I rush down the stairs. I sit down in front of a giant plate piled high with chocolate chip pancakes. I delve in and drizzle maple syrup on them.
“Hey, Mom?” I say, remembering it is Saturday.
“Yes?” she answers.
“Can I have friends over today? It would just be Brian, Jimmy, and me.”
“Sorry, Honey, I have to judge an audition today and can’t supervise you.”
“Oh,” is all I say.
“Look, kids, I have to get to work, but I hope you have a good day!” she rushes out the front door.
“Bye, Mommy,” says Elaina.
“Bye, Sweetie,” says Mom, blowing kisses out the door to us. When the door closes, the house rattles a little.
“I’m going outside,” says Elaina, putting on her visor.
“Okay,” I say walking up the stairs to Elaina’s room. I walk in, and the smell hits me like cold water. I stagger over to the table and see a glass of water. I pick it up and drink the whole thing to keep me from vomiting. I then realize that it is not water.
The next morning starts out like any other Sunday. I wake up and log onto my computer to play some Minecraft. I play for about an hour, and then go downstairs to eat breakfast. I stalk down the stairs and see that Mom is still asleep. Elaina is washing stained test tubes in the sink.
“Mornin’,” I mutter to her.
“Huh? Kevin where are you? You are not visible to me!” she sobs.
“I’m right here, Weirdo,” I chuckle as I wave my hand in front of her face. “But seriously, why make a potion that doesn’t even taste good,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks, looking so confused.
“Yesterday I accidentally drank one of your concoctions thinking it was water.”
A wave of understanding washes over her face. “Kevin, I know this sounds crazy, but that was an invisibility potion,” she sounds worried as she speaks. “I tested it on a peacock-” she stammers.
“How did you get a peacock?” I interrupt.
“That doesn’t matter,” she shifts her weight to the other foot. “Just look,” she says as she feels around the room for me. When she finds my shoulders, she pushes me into the bathroom and stops me in front of a mirror. I am horror-struck. She is not lying. I am invisible.
“Drat,” I muttered as I missed. I was trying to kill a spider that had wandered into my farmhouse, if you could even call it a house. We didn’t have a television, nor a supervisor to provide supervision for my sister and me when we were younger and my parents were out of the house! (That last one was a perk though, as I didn’t have someone breathing down my neck, making me wish I were invisible.)
The spider kept moving around our kitchen, not always visible to my poor eyes. (Oh yeah, there’s another thing; we didn’t even have enough money to buy me some decent glasses to fix my vision!) Trying not to anger myself, I thought of how I was lucky that my dad wasn’t home from his meeting, as he would scare the spider…right as my dad walked in.
I winced and froze, hoping he wouldn’t hear me, hug me, and frighten the spider into another room, as I didn’t want it wandering around our house. Unfortunately, my plan didn’t work, as he walked into the kitchen anyway.
“Why hello! How has your day been, my love?” he questioned, putting his briefcase down on the counter.
“Just great,” I mumbled, not meaning it at all as I lowered the napkin I was using to kill the spider.
While doing this, I noticed he had found the money to buy himself a crisp new suit, making me more angered, as I was here, killing spiders with no electronics whatsoever.
“I have an audiovisual presentation I have to do in front of an audience in an auditorium, now doesn’t that seem fun?” he said, irony evident in his voice.
“Sure,” I replied, not hearing a word of what he had said, but knowing from experience that if you say ‘sure’ enough, he will stop talking.
The mischievous spider crawled on his boot, and I considered killing it, but quickly revised my thinking, as I was not a tactless person, and it would be rude to do this. It scampered away, and soon landed on our pantry door, just the right place for me to bring it to its doom.
Before it could leave once again, I smashed it, the napkin coming into contact with the spider’s body. I smiled a triumphant smile and threw in in the trash, its living days now over, and its times of annoyance deceased. I dusted off my hands and hugged my father, my spider trouble days over, for now at least.
Anything is Possible
Roderick was different. He wasn’t weird; he wasn’t odd; he was just different. How? Well, to that question I do not have an answer, but I can tell you that Roderick Flint had a vision no other could comprehend. The things Roderick could envision were contrary to what was common.
When Roderick saw an advertisement for a science fair on his homemade television, Roderick couldn’t resist. Once he found out the location of the occasion, he then had to contact the supervisor of the event.
“Hi,” a deep woman’s voice answered, “this is Abigail from the Science Academy. How can I help you?”
“Well,” Roderick answered, “I saw an ad about this contest you are holding, and I was wondering if I could reserve a spot for one of my inventions.” Roderick watched as his robot brought him a nice, hot cup of Australian tea. He covered the phone’s mouthpiece as he took the tea, saying, “Thanks, Bernard.”
“You’re welcome, sir” Bernard replied in his raspy, electric voice.
The woman on the phone continued. “All right. There you go. Remember to be there at twelve o’clock,” she advised him.
“Got it,” Roderick replied. He set the phone back in its stand.
Then he set right to work. First he drew a layout plan of his new project, just so he could get a visual on what he might need to do. For the following month, Roderick worked day and night until finally, he had finished his invention.
Roderick set down his hand towel and stepped back from his masterpiece, as he looked at his finally complete, nothing. “It’s perfect!” shouted with satisfaction.
Two days later, Roderick arrived to a giant auditorium filled with inventors of all sorts. As he walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Roderick. Why? They thought he didn’t even have an invention.
Roderick did have an invention. At this moment, he clasped his hand around the cold, metal handle of the round ball. As Roderick stepped up to the podium, he clicked a switch on the handle and placed the now visible object on a thin, wooden shelf in the stand.
“Welcome,” said Roderick to the audience. “I have achieved great wonders making this,” he continued as he looked into the one hundred sets of eyes in the audience, “And I am very grateful to share it with all of you on this desirable and gratifying day.”
Roderick then took out the spherical globe, its polished, clear, frail surface attracting the audience’s gaze. He delicately tapped its exterior, demonstrating it was real. “Watch,” he said as he pushed a red button on his small remote.
The crowd gasped as they saw what Roderick had done.
“That,” he said, “is the power of invisibility.” The mob of people erupted in applause. The sphere that was once visible to the eye of many was now invisible to every witness in the room.
Roderick waited two more hours for the rest of the projects to be presented before the judges announced the winners.
“The third place winner is,” began the tall, well-dressed man took a slight pause for effect, “Andy Willows!” Andy squealed with excitement, his robot nearly tumbling to the ground.
“In second place we have,” the announcer took a rest to evoke suspense, “Julia Robbins!” Julia looked up from her crossed fingers, astonished by what she had heard.
“And last, but certainly not least…”
Roderick looked down at his sphere. Please! he thought.
The announcer continued, “…Roderick Flint!”
Roderick gaped as several people patted his back. He pushed up the center of his old glasses. “Yes!” he shouted. “Yes!”
“No, that is not your shadow! He is standing right there! Don’t go in that room. No, don’t do it! NO!”
I turn away from the television. I look back at it, and Beatrice is in an empty auditorium. She sees a black shadow, just faintly, as it turns around the corner. Somebody in the audience starts to clap. He holds up a black machine. First, there is a click noise, and then there is a BOOM!
Beatrice falls in slow motion. Nobody can find her after that.
“Next,” calls out a voice. A girl comes out crying because she didn’t get the job to become supervisor.
Right after that, a boy, Jacob White, walks into the interview room. “Hello, Jacob White,” the voice says. Jacob pulls out his five-page speech and begins to speak: “My name is Jacob White. I can just envision all the great things I can and will do if I supervise this company and–“
“Next,” booms the voice.
I cannot see this ending well, but still, I watch.
“I am still standing here. I am not invisible; in fact, I myself am very visible,” Jacob states.
“Beatrice Prior,” the voice calls, interrupting Jacob, who then continues his plea, saying, “If you have any visual image of success or vision at all, then contact me. Oh, for your information, Beatrice Prior isn’t here. She went missing yesterday.”
Later, I learn that the police have a suspect in custody. It is Jacob White. They found his fingerprints in the auditorium. Jacob took Beatrice so he could get the job she was applying for. That plan, however, did not work. All it got Jacob was a three years in jail. Beatrice herself is safe and sound–and she has a new job.
Off We Go
His voice is an angel sent from heaven above
The three scoops of ice cream on a cone
His voice is American Idol worthy
“You should audition for American Idol,” I state truthfully
He starts to say no…
But I run to the computer and I sign up anyway
He almost turns invisible when I say they are going to televise everything
There will also be an auditorium filled with other people
Almost like an audience
“You will get to meet the show’s supervisor and the director!” I say with excitement
All he has to do is contact the show’s producer and tell him he wants to sign up
He can’t believe he is going to be on television!
He has to revise his song a little bit and…
Off we go!
“Next, Anna A.,” I hear someone say. Okay, here I go! My friend Kate whispers to me, “Good luck.” I smile and strut on stage. Kate and I had been waiting for years to audition for this play, titled The Spy, but we were too young at the time. Finally, after a long wait, the day had come when we were old enough to audition. Kate and I are today auditioning for the two lead roles–the spies, of course.
I am so nervous I fall flat on my face. I hear laughter behind me and hope my audience–the directors–don’t notice. I get up and start acting until I realize the directors aren’t watching me; they’re chatting, all four of them, and I suddenly feel invisible. I clear my throat and say, “Excuse me?” However, the directors keep talking until I here the supervisor say, “Next.” My heart sinks, and I leave the auditorium in a rush.
After a while, Kate comes out, and she tells me in an excited voice that the directors wanted to see me perform again. I think my auditory sense has stopped working. I move the visor of my cap out of my view and go inside. After apologizing the directors let me perform, and I act out a scene where I have supervision as one of my spy tools.
Kate and I are cast in the lead roles. I envision myself playing my part excellently because the play is going to be televised. Uh oh!
My heart is pounding a mile a minute. Today’s the day I perform my school play. All sixth graders line up before we go into the auditorium. My teacher explains some boring thing about how she won’t supervise us during our play. I’m fine with that.
As we sing some song about friendship, we walk to our places. The audience watches us with their eyes glued on us like they’re watching television. I try to make myself invisible, but it’s no good; I’m visible.
I have one line in the play, and I don’t want to mess it up. I get more and more nervous when it comes to going up on stage, but when I hear the music start, I know I have to get ready for my line.
Right after the song, I speak. Bang! Bang! Great my part is up. Since I have no supervisor to look at, I look at my parents. I make eye contact but then look away. I envision myself doing horribly, but I say my line flawlessly.
After the performance, I’m attacked by hugs from all my friends and family. Even if I had done poorly, I knew they would have consideration and tact towards me. That’s why I can count on my friends and family. Over all, I had a fun time at the performance.
The Show Must Go On!
“Bravo! Bravo!” yelled my acting teacher in awe, as I just finished my wonderful audition. He then told me that I got the lead role of Rebekah and that he envisions seeing me on Broadway one day. I was so happy and excited, I jumped up with joy. When I got home, I found out that my sister, Renee, had the understudy part of Rebekah. She was really excited even though she didn’t get the part she wanted.
Today was the very first day of practice. I was so nervous that I couldn’t hold still, so I transitioned myself from one place to another in the classroom. When the end of day had finally come and it was time to start practice, I could barely control my nerves. I slowly walked down an incredibly long hall, and when I stepped into the ginormous auditorium, all of my worries went away. I went through my lines flawlessly again and again and again. I didn’t know why I was so nervous.
Tonight I was very excited; finally it was time for our very first performance. As my parents and I walked through the stale blue doors of the auditorium, a man gestured at us and gave my mom and dad a purple pamphlet. I left my mom and dad as they took their seats, and I commenced my evening as I took my place backstage. I saw my acting teacher yelling at the stage crew as he meticulously went over every detail.
When the audience’s chit chats started to go down, I knew it was time to start the performance. Before I walked out on stage to start my lines, I noticed that Mr. Ross, my acting teacher, was biting his nails, and I think he might have been taking his anxiety pills. When I walked out on the stage, it was so bright that everyone looked like small people without faces. Or it could have just been because my vision was so bad.
Everything went very well, and I thought we were going to have a standing ovation. But my hopes were crushed when I tripped on a speaker wire as I was saying one of my lines. As I tripped, I heard a loud craaaaacccckkkk! When the audience gasped, I realized that I had broken my ankle. I was so in shock that the play had just stopped with my fall. However, my sister, Renee, came out and saved the day. During one of Renee’s lines, Mr. Ross helped me get up and sneak backstage without interrupting the performance.
At the end of the performance, the whole cast came out and bowed. I was the last one out with a chair to support me. The whole audience rose to their feet simultaneously, clapping their hands and whistling. We all got our standing ovation after all.
Just a Typical Day
I was at home watching television when my friend, Ryan, called me. He said he was at school in the auditorium shooting hoops and asked me if I wanted to join him. I had a bunch of Envision math to do, but I said yes anyway,
When I arrived, we played a game of one-on-one basketball. He won the first round, and I won the second. I have extremely good vision, so I got most of the baskets. It was fun not having any adults to supervise us like they did when we were little.
When our teacher, Ms. McClure, came in to talk to the coach, who was in his office, we acted like we were invisible until she was right at the door, and then we popped out and scared her. Luckily, she was a visibly humorous teacher. We made ourselves audible as we laughed so that it was kind of loud.
Ms. McClure said that we were good players and asked us if she could be our audience for the next round. We, of course, said yes to that and were moved up in gym class for doing “extra credit” work. She said that she was going to contact our parents to tell them how good we were. Ryan and I were glad, and when we grew up, we became great players.
Lights, Camera, Action!
Today was the day I would audition for a new T.V show. I walked into the auditorium and stood in line to talk to the supervisor. I was really nervous because they were going to televise each audition. I read over my script and tried to envision the character I would be playing. When it finally became my turn, I met with the audiovisual director. He told me that he had made a revision in the script and that I would have to memorize new lines. I was so angry, and I tried to think of a tactful way to tell him that he was a jerk. I decided to keep my mouth shut because I really wanted the part.
I put on my costume, which included a visor and some shoes that were much too big for my feet. The director yelled, “Lights! Camera! Action!” and I started my audition. The live audience laughed at the funny parts, and I knew I would get the job. It turned out great, and I will be performing every Wednesday at 4:00 on the new T.V. show!
“Here we go again. Another stupid play with some “big” new auditorium and another audience that laughs during our lines. Oh, but don’t get me started about the crying monster baby who roars with the mother who doesn’t supervise it at all!” I complained to my friends.
“I know, and we have to sing to audition, while being visible to the whole class,” my friends agreed annoyed.
“Next,” our teacher called us to the front of the class. I pray we look like a vision of the roles, and I have a clear visual of our teacher, who looks pleased.
“Please begin, and I will contact the ones who aren’t paying attention cause you are not invisible, class,” our teacher announced, of course, being the supervisor. We started to sing “Gas Peddle” and “Slow Down” in cannon, and it was like we were on television. After we finished, the whole class gave us a standing ovation.
“Well, obviously you guys have the part.” Our teacher smiled as she handed us a highlighted script.
On the night of the play, we strutted on stage, looking amazing, and our voices were audible and clear. I felt like Medusa before she was turned ugly. I had no Achilles heel that night, and I was pretty sure we rocked our performance because the audience members even chucked roses at us. We bowed and left smiling like idjits. There were no crying monsters or mothers who were texting.
“I loved this and had so much fun,” I thought as we took the final photo and went to sign some papers. I laughed when I signed my first paper because I was so worried this play would be terrible, but boy was I wrong!
As I was preparing to start my audition, which was being held in the auditorium, I was stretching my legs so I could dance the steps well. When the supervisor called my name, I was excited, nervous, and happy. As I started dancing, I envisioned myself doing a great job, and I really wanted the part so I could be a dancer on television. When I finished dancing, they told me that they would call me to tell me if I got the part.
A few days later, they called to say that I had gotten the part, and they told me to meet them in Los Angeles Studio to practice. As we began practicing, they told the cast that we would be doing a live performance in a week. I was excited.
Finally, a week had passed, and it was time to perform. We went on the stage. I felt visible because everybody was looking at me, but I wanted to be invisible because I was so nervous, and the audience members were making eye contact with me. As I was on stage, I felt that the audience were supervised because of the way they were looking at me and all of the dancers on stage.
After the dance I performed was over, I was proud of myself because I had tried and done my best.
Lights, Camera, Action!
The audience was in place, and the television cameras were on. The auditorium was filled with excitement. The director, who had to supervise several people, was trying to be tactful with his directions. Some parts of the scene would be invisible, while other parts would be visible. The actors had to make sure they made eye contact with the audience and that their voices were audible. The vision of the director showed through in the actors’ performances, and the show was a huge success.
The Worst Talent Show Ever
“I hope you’re all excited for our 27th annual Shasta Elementary School talent show,” exclaimed Ms. Tact, the principal, in a high-pitched voice, reading from bright yellow papers in her hand. I turned around to my best friend, Shay, and uttered, “I know I am.” As soon as we got out of class, we started to plan our dance for the show.
“I hope we win this year. Usually Talia Tay always wins, but after last year’s incident, I’d be surprised if she was even in the audience,” said Shay. As soon as we got to class, our teacher told us to open our Envision math books. I took mine out first and avoided being yelled at, plus I got a piece of candy for taking out my book silently. After the most uninteresting math lesson ever, we were excused to go to the extra classroom for the talent show meeting. Shay and I sat right next to each other. We made sure that we were always in the supervisor’s vision. Shay and I hate being invisible.
Two days later, Shay and I started our dance. My mom left during our rehearsal because she had to go shopping, so she couldn’t supervise us any longer. After we finished choreographing and practicing our dance, we watched television because we didn’t feel like rehearsing anymore.
One month later, it was the day of the show. Shay and I were putting on our make-up, but then Shay told me she wasn’t feeling well. She raced out of the room and into the bathroom. Right then, I knew I had to quit the show, but I didn’t want to let my parents down. I walked into the auditorium and set myself on the stage. The music was audible, and at first as I danced, I was having the best time of my life. I was enjoying the experience right until Shay’s solo came up, and then I panicked. I ran off the stage. Everyone was laughing. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
I went to school the next day with tears in my eyes and tissues in my hands, but to my surprise, no one said anything about my talent show act. They all behaved like nothing had happened, so I wiped my eyes and slapped the biggest smile ever on my face.
The Wretched Scenarios
The first was that I was to be supervised,
by a hawk-eyed teacher
who made you feel anything but invisible
and also an audience of my peers
watching in awe with badger-like eyes
in a room the size of an auditorium
visible from space
while I worked on genius-level physics
that you don’t even see on the show
“The Big Bang Theory”
The second scenario I envisioned
was the teacher saying,
in a deep, dark voice,
“Good morning class.
You shall have a plethora of homework,
and if you just happen to get one wrong,
you shall be humiliated
on live television
and with audible sound, too.”
I hope that doesn’t happen
I thought to myself
as I revised my somewhat
I opened my eyes to birds chirping and a bright summer sun. I jumped out of bed and got dressed in my dance outfit, a hat with a red visor, red pants, and a red shirt. I raced out my door to the auditorium where I was auditioning for a spot on a dance team. I met my dance supervisor outside the studio. She was making sure that I was able to perform that morning, and I was.
When the announcer called Ellie Foray, I stepped onto the stage, waiting for my music to start. When it did, it bounced off of the auditorium walls. I moved with the music easily, and I got every step of my routine correct. The next few moments were torturous. My hands were sweaty, and my knees were knocking together because my audience was so vast, and I wanted to be invisible.
I had thought that I was being supervised because of the way the judges were staring at me. The judges conversed with each other in a tactful way, glanced at me, wrote something down, and finally said, “Congratulations, Miss Foray, you have a spot on our team.” Aware that my dance was being televised, I smiled politely, managing to stay emotionally intact, and walked offstage. I had envisioned that moment since I had been a little girl, and it was finally coming true!
I am shaking all over as I enter the room for audition. The movie that I am trying out for is also a very popular book. My peers and I have all read it. It is called Molly Moon’s Incredible Book of Hypnotism. In the Molly Moon movie, I am trying out for the part of Molly Moon.
The auditorium is very noisy, and I can’t even see where the audience of audition officials is sitting to keep an eye on the kids who are trying out. I am very worried about auditioning, but it is nice not to be at school engaged in the Envision math book.
I survey the room to look for my mom who is keeping me under her total supervision. I spot her by the audition supervisor, engaged in conversation. Finally, the casting director calls my name. I am starting to have a revision of my thinking. Do I really want to televise myself as Molly Moon? As I recite the lines from the script, I feel invisible. When I finally finish, I feel relieved.
As we drive home from the audition, I visually picture myself as Molly Moon. I have to wait a while to find out if I receive the part, and if I do, I am going to make the most of it!
Olive’s T.V. Adventure
Today when Olive arrived at her home, she turned on the television. Within a few minutes, her mom came into the living room and unplugged the audio cord with an audible snap. In a tactless way, her mom uttered, “You watch too much stupid television! It’s going to ruin your vision. I suggest you revise your thinking and eat more carrots to protect your vision.”
However, Olive responded in a tactful way by saying, “I will contact you when I stop watching T.V., and I will provide visible evidence that I’m eating more carrots. But, Mom, you need to use more tact when you talk to me.”
A few months later, Olive had cut back on watching television, limiting it to the weekends.
“Hmmmm, what to bring what to bring. Maybe a hat or visor, sunscreen, a water canteen, and definitely walking boots.” I was mumbling to myself as I was getting ready to televise one of my adventures. Maybe it could become a reality adventure television hit! I knew I could be tactful and persuade the television producers to air my show! I thought to myself but…. “I only have to get a thousand audience viewers!” I said sarcastically to myself. Hopefully the word gets out!
Maybe I could go to an auditorium, where there are talks about nature or an Exploratorium that talks about stars, so I could navigate my way through the stars! For today, it would be the rainforest. When I go through the rainforest, one thing I have to remember is to stay intact when around other wild animals. As I strapped on my backpack full of supplies, I knew the journey would soon begin. Gurgle. Ca caw! Tweet. Ribbit. I heard these sounds as I entered the threshold of the rainforest. I could visually see all the lush green trees and all the animals flittering or crawling about. Now, I definitely needed to call the camera man. I could really envision how I would try to make my interactions with things be magnificent, even if it meant involving vicious creatures, but I knew I just had to get my own television show.
Pitter patter! Pitter patter! I was moving along through the jungle in search of things I could use for survival, I came across a giant tiger! It suddenly gave a great leap towards me. Should I go towards it? I thought. If it meant getting more viewers, I definitely should! I walked steadily toward the beast with a thick piece of wood in between us. I tossed it aside. RRROOOOOAR! I leaped aside as the tiger came hurtling towards me. I ran. I gasped. I ran some more. As soon as I was out of earshot, I exclaimed with a click of the tongue, “Quite a tiger there, eh, viewers?” I knew I would get some laughs there.
As soon as it grew dark, I knew I would have to camp out and use my survival skills. I would need to use my tactile sense and feel for any wood to start a fire, or perhaps that could attract wild animals to come? “Maybe not such a good idea to start a fire here,” I uttered to the camera. I knew I had to camouflage myself to try and be invisible so it would be a serene night without any predators.
At the crack of dawn, I awoke and hunted animals for a meal. I succeeded in shooting a squirrel with a bow and arrow I managed to make, and I also hit a few deer. I accomplished making a fire and cooked my meal over it. “What do you think of that fire?” I asked, peering into the camera. “Pretty good, I think.” I climbed trees to get to the canopy, amidst the exceptional scenery of bright-colored toucans and tree frogs. A couple more hours of viewing more scenery, and then I buzzed out with a snake around me, “That will be all the time we have today. Thanks for watching Rainforest Rick!”
Oh, I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a warm, late afternoon; I was halfway through Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart,” when there came a knocking at my front door. I trotted down the stairs quickly and ran to the door, opening it swiftly. A woman, about thirty-three, approached me. “Hello. I am here to watch your AUDITION.”
I couldn’t believe it! She was here! I was auditioning for the part of Laylah in a successful movie, “Regain Your Life.” This movie was about a girl who applies for a job at an AUDIOVISUAL department, but struggles because she is deaf. I had been practicing for my audition since immediately after I received the sky-colored paper telling of the opportunity on the 25th of August; two months ago.
“Oh, hello, come in; come in!” I smiled warmly and gestured her in. She entered. She was holding a clear clipboard with a few papers clipped to it. She sat down on the couch, and I stood in front of her, starting my audition. I sat down in a chair and read my lines loudly and clearly. I pretended to have AUDITORY hallucinations, and the woman looked impressed as she scribbled down on her binder paper.
“All right; you’re done.”
“Did I make it? Did I get the part?” I nervously queried.
“You were exceptional, Liliann Mandovah. I will talk it over with the directors of the movie, and we’ll call you to tell you if you got the part. And if you did, you are to meet the directors and I and me at the Frailles building in Las Vegas to talk to us about the movie.” She flashed a smile.
As soon as she left, I was so excited that I flailed my arms around and cheered. Alas, I knocked over a special vase, but luckily, it was still INTACT. “Phew.” I brushed the sweat off my face. I glanced at my script for the movie, REVISING all the typos with a pen. Even though I wasn’t in charge of SUPERVISING corrections in the script, I couldn’t risk mixing up words in the movie— if I got the part, of course.
When my beloved sister dropped off my two year old nephew, Philip, he began touching every child-related toy he could find, for he was a very TACTILE boy. Once I put on Sesame Street for Philip, the alphabet was TELEVISED into Philip’s mind. He began yelling out, “B! D! F! O! L! R!” I chuckled faintly at his joy of learning the alphabet.
Soon after the day of my audition, I was walking toward the colossal building, sweat dripping off my face. I tugged the VISOR of my baseball cap, it providing a shady home for my eyes.
Three years later, “Regain Your Life” hit the theaters and became the popular movie of the year. It had great camera work, a twisty plot, and exceptional acting and VISUAL effects! I, Liliann Mandovah, became a famous actress as of 2014.
A Blind Child’s Adventure
I feel sweat on my face; it is the good kind of sweat, not the one when I throw tantrums, but the one from the sun, the glorious globe of heat and energy, the ruler of the sky. Although I cannot see, I feel confident and free. I pause to kneel down and touch the earth, it is dry and coarse, and I can imagine it looks like cinnamon, freshly ground with flecks of hard grey stone. All of a sudden, I feel eyes, hot on my back, staring at me. Now I am scared and wish I had never left the safe haven of my home. I nervously tug down my visor farther over my eyes, hoping to conceal the fact that I am a blind child. Dirt flies as I try to flee and get away with all my bones intact, which is hard because I can’t very well see anything.
“Be calm, child,” a soft voice whispers. How I wish I could visually see what was happening! However, I freeze where I am because I sense something in the voice that I can trust.
“Child, what are you doing out here all alone? Come, let us talk.” Again, I hear that soft welcoming touch in the voice, smooth as silk. I feel an arm at my elbow, and forgetting all of my mother’s talk about stranger danger, I allow myself to be led away.
A few minutes later, I find myself explaining the hardships of being blind, the babying, and all these strange new teachers coming to try to teach me. I tell the woman about the tactile and audiovisual theories teachers had to make me learn to read and do math. The strategy that worked best was auditory tapes about math and reading. I tell her how I have to be supervised everywhere I go and how boring life is back at home.
“I want to be able to do things! Like… like being an actress and getting televised! Yes, acting would be nice. The director could do a revision of the script so I could read it in Braille. I wouldn’t have to audition for the part. I would just get it because I was a special needs person!” Then it strikes me! I can set up a school for adults and children alike with special need like me!
“Come along, darling, I think my work here is done. Let’s get you home now. It sounds like you have a lot of work to do.” I beam at what I hope is her face, accept her elbow, and we start off!
How Not to Steal a Television
“It will be easy; all we have to do is break into the auditorium and steal the T.V. before the cops come,” Mike said. “How hard can it be?”
“I can just envision myself with that amazing new television,” I answered.
That night, when the sky was black and the beautiful whit moon was out, we arrived at Mighty Minds School’s auditorium, where the new television was located. It was exactly 11:00 p.m. We were dressed all in black. After I supervised my friend as he checked the entire school to be sure there was no audience around to watch us as we broke into the school’s auditorium, I used a jackhammer to bust open the door.
Ring! Ring! The alarm was audible from miles away. As the alarm went off, my friend and I ran into the room and picked up the television. It weighed more than a car! Every step we took while carrying the T.V. was slower and slower until we heard this: “Who’s in here?” shouted by a cop.
Mike and I were so shocked we dropped the television onto the shiny, white floor. Kerplunk!!! We had shattered the television, and now we appeared to be caught. Luckily, my friend has tact and is tactful, unlike me. I am tactless. So, Mike said, “We heard that somebody was going to try to steal the new audiovisual equipment, including the television.”
Luckily, the police officer believed us and let us go. I asked my friend how he had become so tactful. He replied, “I am a natural at everything.”
“Well, not at stealing televisions!” I replied as a I laughed.
Festival of Blood, Part One of Three
Creeaak went the bar door as a woman, a woman of no name, entered the room and asked for a drink. A man named Zeke Dumbar was sitting at a table across the room. He tried to pay for her drink, but when he did, she took offense and walked away. He stopped her and said, “Sorry. My buddy, Cole, told me I should be more giving.”
“You know Cole McGraph,” she replied.
“The one and only,” he answered.
“The demon of empire city?” she queried.
“That’s what they call him,” Zeke said.
“Tell me more,” pleaded the woman.
“Well, have you heard of Pyre Night,” he asked.
“I can’t say I have,” she responded.
“Cole and I were at the last one until people started howling for help,” Zeke replied, telling the girl the story. She found importance in the tale, so she listened to Zeke’s flashback.
Cole rushed through the catacombs. He envisioned the catacombs as covered in bodies, but instead, a few injured people were there listening to bats sounding as though they were auditioning for a screech fest. Cole healed everyone he found along the way, until he made his way to a strange figure, who had the appearance of a woman. He tried to help her, but she just looked at him. Then she suddenly lunged at him, binding him. Vampires appeared from their hiding spots in the catacombs. They dragged Cole up and over a rotted corpse. Apparently, Cole was a conduit. His body was able to absorb ray sphere energy. The vampires dripped his blood over the woman, and it did the trick. She was revived enough to bite him, and the more of his blood she consumed, the more beautiful she became.
Cole awoke to find himself with super-vision. When he activated himself, he could see the blood pumping through people’s veins. He was also under the supervision of the woman. “I heard they named a cocktail after me: the Bloody Mary. Gosh, do I hate that name.”
Cole looked at Bloody Mary as her vampire clan began turning invisible and inaudible so they could hunt for a snack. However, Bloody Mary had other plans for Cole. She wanted his first bite to be in front of a live audience, and she was also considering televising the event.
“If you are intact by sunrise, you will belong to me. I will be your vampire supervisor because you are not yet very dependable,” explained Bloody Mary.
Visually, Cole looked like a vampire, but he was not yet one at heart. He figured that he should start his search to regain his humanity at the old auditorium. That might be the one place he could contact the old reverend who might be able to help him find safety.
To be continued…
Stage Mayhem, Part One
“Cut the lights. Everyone take five!” yelled Sampson Rizes, the director of a television show called “Undead Nightmare.” The lights were malfunctioning, not a single word anybody said was audible with the mikes, and even though it was tactless, everyone was screaming in fright at the mayhem.
Sampson was a stout man with long, gray hair and pale, white skin. Sampson stepped up on a crate and wrapped up his script, using it as if it were a megaphone. He tried to be tactful and to speak calmly to the panicking crowd. “Everybody, just calm down. Just go take a break in the auditorium,” directed Sampson in his deep voice. “The Red Cross will be in there with medical provisions for any of you who have been injured. Just keep your cool. We don’t want to disappoint our audience by not showing the episode.”
“Oh, will someone supervise the stage while I go check out what’s wrong?” called Sampson, walking away and not showing very much tact.
When Sampson entered the maintenance room, he saw nothing wrong when all of a sudden, screeeeeeech! Then the power went out, filling his vision with darkness. All he could hear was something moving across the floor in his direction.
Do I Really Want a Pocket-Rocket?
Bam…Wamm…Boom! It’s here, the all new and improved Pocket-rocket. There is no need for thigh protection because the Pocket-rocket has been modified so it will not cause internal bleeding or blistering bruises. With the shiny, eye-lurking, lime green, it will be easy to visualize the product and to see it during the day or at night. It has an audible voice control and it can really blast off. Supervision is strongly suggested when using the Pocket-rocket.
Click! Bennet Page turned off the T.V. after seeing the Pocket-rocket commercial. “Gee, Mom! Did you see that?” Bennet gasped.
“No, Benny, you know what happened with the older version of the Pocket-rocket,” the mother of Bennet said in a too nice of a tone, so that Bennet thought he could keep on nagging.
“But, Mom, it’s improved.” By this point Bennet was literally on his knees crying, begging, for his mom to mouth the word…okay! But he knew it would never happen, at least not in this generation. The desperation look on his face made his mother leave the room feeling miserable. I need that Pocket-rocket; it totally completes me, Benny thought to himself.
“Honey, there are cheese sticks and apple wedges on the counter,” his mother stated.
“Okay,” he replied. “I have to go to the Piggly Wiggly Market to pick up some lime green key limes,” his mother spoke in an are-you-still-mad-at-me tone.
“Just like the rocket,” Benny uttered tactlessly. “What? You know how I hate it when you mumble under your breath,” Benny’s mom retorted with as much tact as she could.
By this time in the story, you are probably wondering why Bennet’s mom would not buy him the new–oh, and I can’t forget—improved, Pocket-rocket. The reason for this is the Christmas of 1952. Here, take a look as Benny opens one of his presents…
“Mom! Mom! Holy cow! Look it’s…it’s a Wheelo!” Benny cried.
“Bennet! I told you to wait,” bellowed his mom.
Benny and his mother lived in a well-kept, nice little house. While Benny’s dad was working at a retail store, his mom was trimming the flower buds. It was a nice calm family…until Bennet Page turned nine. The Pages were a very wealthy family, and boy, did they show it! Overweight Bennet was not always tactful when he would exclaim loudly, “I want this! I want that!” Bennet’s mom tried to please Benny and frequently served him his favorite meal of Malt-o-Meal. Unfortunately, that did not always work.
Pew! Pew! The sound of a BB gun was piercing through the house as a BB hit one of Bennet’s mom’s yellow vases. Bennet’s mom said in a distressed voice, “Oh, glory; please stop, Bennet! What can I do to make you stop?”
“Pocket-rocket,” Benny said in a mischievous tone.
“Fine, c’mon. I am so tired and miserable from your constant nagging and your misbehaving,” screeched his mom so loudly you could have heard her in a huge auditorium!
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the one and only Five and Dime store. “Pocket-rocket! Pocket-rocket,” chanted Bennet.
Squeak, sounded the door as it flew open. Bennet gasped as he walked through the front door and eyed all the hundreds—no, thousands—of Pocket-rockets. The store had made enough provisions for all those children who just couldn’t live without a Pocket-rocket and for all those parents who couldn’t take all the nagging from the children who didn’t have a Pocket-rocket.
As Benny and his mom were walking from the store, his eye caught a flyer in the store window. The flyer was asking for donations for children in need. Finally, it dawned on Benny that he didn’t need all those fancy toys and gadgets. All he really needed was the feeling of giving. Now Benny knows the feeling of giving and not just receiving!
The Field Trip
“Tomorrow, Class, we will go on a field trip to The Natural History Museum. You will be under the supervision of our parent volunteers,” our teacher said. “And be ready for a full day of learning before you are dismissed. Remember to bring a visor, sunscreen, and water bottle with you. We will be walking through Central Park, and it may be hot”. Everyone ran out the door. They were so excited to go the The Natural History Museum.
That night they televised a special report about a break-in at The Natural History Museum. The thief was caught on videotape trying to steal the gold headdress that once belonged to Cleopatra. The headdress was far too heavy for him to steal so it was still intact. The audiovisual they showed was from a videotape that was visually poor and the auditory track was scratchy. The police believed that the thief might still be hiding in the museum.
The next day all the children met at school. They walked through Central Park to The Natural History Museum. When they arrived, the guards gave them the new revision of museum rules. Part of the museum was blocked off with ropes. They were trying to catch the thief, but not sure where he was hiding. Kaitlyn had to go to the bathroom. It was behind one of the roped off areas. So the guards let her slip under the rope and go to the restroom.. All of a sudden, the lights went off! Kaitlyn felt like she was in a tactile dome. She had to use her hands to find her way to the light switch. When she turned on the light, there was the thief sleeping in the stall next to her! She tip-toed past the thief and alerted one of the guards. When the guards woke the thief, he was holding a small painting of “The Audition” This was a very famous painting that came from the exhibit hall. The thief tried to make a run for it, but the guards were faster than lightening and handcuffed him! Then they opened up the rest of the museum and Kaitlyn’s field trip continued.
“Welcome, everybody, to the audition for new chefs to work at the best restaurant in France! Grimaldi’s! Auditions will start today and continue till Friday!” said the announcer as everybody was getting into the auditorium. Gordon and his wife Romelia wanted to be two of the best cooks in France. They always made their own meals. They never went out to eat. Gordon got so happy he started sweating and he had to adjust his visor. He and his wife been auditioning for years and had lost every audition they were in, but this time they didn’t want to get disappointed. They rushed home and started to prepare meals. They made Ratatouille, Baba Au Rhum, and even Lobster a l’americaine! They practiced for hours and got no sleep until the next morning. They went back to the auditorium and saw their worst enemy, Sauffron. He always beat them, but never managed to be a chef. They walked past him like he was invisible, but he reacted first.
“Ah! Gordon, you managed to come out of your little sleeping hole and come back here?” asked Sauffron.
“You won’t win this time, Sauffron! We’ve been practicing for a long time; you won’t be the one to stop us. We will win!” snapped Gordon.
“We? You and your lovely can’t both win! There can only be one winner, and that winner will be me!” Gordon just walked past him and went into the auditorium.
“Today we will be sampling some cheese. This is ricotta, perfect with any dish, and this is brie de Nangis, very mild, much more so than other bries, but very good indeed. This one is camembert made from unpasteurized cow milk,” said a man who worked for the chef audition. Romelia looked around at all the different kinds of cheeses and all the people auditioning for the chef part.
“Gordon, are you sure ze will win? Zere are so many other people auditioning for the chef part!” asked Romelia in a scared tone.
“Don’t worry, darling, we will win! Remember what we practiced,” replied Gordon with confidence in his voice. Romelia just shrugged and held on to Gordon’s arm. Dang, I wish I could put all my recipes in my mind so I could see everything visually in my head on the day of the competition! thought Gordon. Gordon and Romelia stayed at the auditorium eating cheeses until night hit. They finally left and started making more meals for themselves.
Friday finally came and Gordon and Romelia got in their best chef clothes. When they got to the audition, almost a thousand people were there! They had to wait an hour and a half till they went in. They saw their chef supervisors and they definitely saw a dead mole: Sauffron.
“Ah,you two came! I was wondering when you zittle ones would come!” said Sauffron. Gordon just glared at him and talked to a man who signed in contestants. Two hours past, and they went into the audition room. Romelia peeked out of the curtains and said, “Oh, my gosh! Zere is a really big audience!” Gordon peeked out and agreed with her.
“Welcome, everybody, to ze annual chef audition to work at Grimaldi’s!” said the announcer as the first contestant came onto the cooking stage. They waited as many other cooks came and went until the announcer said, “Next up is Romelia Gaufron!”
“Good luck,” said Gordon with a smile. Romelia came out and took a big gulp. “Zello, everybody! Today I prepared bouillabaisse with spicy rouille and for dessert I made vanilla fruit tarts,” said Romelia. The judges ate her meal with big smiles on their faces.
After they ate, Gordon came up on stage. He made mustard tarragon chicken cutlets and milk chocolate pots de crème. After Gordon, it was Sauffron, and he made oysters on the half shell with mignonette sauce and cheddar pepper palmiers. More hours past and finally their waits came to an end.
“Ze judges have finally decided which person they want as their chef for Grimaldi’s!” Romelia envisioned Sauffron winning and getting their hearts broken. Gordon was just smiling big, and Sauffron, Sauffron was bragging to everybody about how good at cooking he was. Finally the judge said it: “Ze winner is…” everyone screamed and clapped, and they were filled with anticipation. “Ze winner is Romelia Gaufron!” screamed the announcer. Tears filled Romelia’s eyes as she walked up on stage.
“Your fish had a very tactile quality, Romelia. I am proud to say you are one of the new chefs at Grimaldi’s, and sometimes the chefs might even be televised!” said one of the judges.
“Zank you so much!” replied Romelia still crying with joy. Gordon smiled and went up to her on stage and said, “You did a very great job, Romelia. I know that you can’t be working with me, but you deserve this job as much as I. Have fun and make very good meals!” Romelia smiled and kissed Gordon. Everyone clapped, and Romelia bowed. They stopped clapping as they heard a gunshot go off.
“Romelia!” screamed Gordon as some blood went on him. “Romelia, you are going to be fine; come on, just breathe; shh, just look at me. You’re going to be okay. Someone get a doctor! Come on, Romelia, just breathe…” Romelia looked up at her husband and closed her eyes.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Romelia opened her eyes, finding herself on a bed. Gordon was in front of her crying.
“Gordon?” whispered Romelia.
Gordon looked at his wife and ran towards her. “Romelia! You’re alive! I knew you would be okay,” said Gordon.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital. That dumb Sauffron shot you last night because he didn’t win. The cops got him and took him to prison,” replied Gordon.
“Sauffron? I hope he doesn’t live anymore,” said Romelia as she started coughing. Gordon looked at her and hugged her.
“I knew you were going to be okay,” whispered Gordon as he started crying.
Two months passed and Romelia was up and cooking in her new job as a head chef at a four star restaurant. Romelia was surprised to see something so unexpected. Gordon was working with her! “How did you get the job?” said Romelia with joy.
“After the incident last night, the judges said that they really liked my meal, too, and they gave me the job!” replied Gordon. Romelia smiled and went up to her husband and kissed him on the cheek.
“I love you, Gordon.”
“I love you, too.”
An Unusual Day
“Hello, my name is Carrie Hail, and I am announcing that tomorrow will be the beginning of a new show called ‘American Idol.’” It will be filmed with a real audience,” screamed the television as I changed to the next channel. That show sounded really interesting. So, the next day I tuned into “American Idol.” I could hear the audience cheering in the background as the host walked on the stage to announce the next contestant. “American Idol” was not what I thought it would be; it was about people singing to the songs that they enjoyed. At the end, the host came out again to say, “Contact us at one-eight hundred-Idol to vote for whom you liked the best.” I clicked the television off as I wished good luck to each contestant!
The next day our class walked into the auditorium. We all were looking up at the ceiling. All I saw was my image with a microphone in my hand. I asked around to see if anyone saw what I saw, but they said “No.” By that point, I thought I was crazy, and I reached up because the microphone seemed to come closer and closer. I reached up and grabbed the microphone. I felt its cold metal in the palm of my hand. I opened my eyes, and I was in the “American Idol” studio next in line to rehearse my song in front of the judges. I was shaking with fear! A girl walked up to me, and it was the person who was in the back of the line. She wanted to know what was wrong with me. I said, “Nothing,”, and she said, “Do not sweat it; just perform the song you enjoy the most.”
When it was my turn, the supervisor walked me up on the stage to sing my song to the judges. I was so nervous and did not want to mess up. I calmed myself by thinking and telling myself that I was invisible. It helped, and after my song was finished, everyone applauded, even the judges. I was surprised. I did not think I was that good in real life.
I had a vision of what this place would be like in real life: snooty girls and boys who get their way, nasty and displeasing judges, and improper supervisors who did not supervise anyone or anything, but I was wrong. Everyone was really nice, and I was ready for the evening, to perform. It felt so good.
I was on my way. I made it to the final ten performers! We all had to perform and were waiting in line, praying that we would all do well. The girl (Samantha, who had come to check on me earlier in the day during the first performance) was standing next to me. She was not praying or showing any sign that she was nervous. I whispered, “Are you not nervous?” so no one could hear me.
“I am not nervous,” she answered.
“Why?” I asked, and then I knew I was starting to be tactless.
“This is why,” she replied and showed me a purple stone ring and engraved on the back was a cross.
“Who is that from?” I now asked politely.
She said her mom had given it to her before she died. She said, “It is my lucky charm. It is from the only person who I really loved and knew.” I felt a lump in my throat and thought I was going to cry. I held back my tears so I would not look bad.
It was now my turn to go sing. I gave it my all, and the audience and the judges gave me an audible applause. Something was missing, though, because I thought it would be like a fairy tale ending: my prince would come fly out of the crowd, and we would soon dance together. That did not happen. When I got back to my dressing room, I felt sweaty and faint. I collapsed on the floor.
When I woke up, I was in our school’s auditorium. Everyone was crowding around me thinking I was dead. I got the nerve to open my eyes, and everyone was relieved that I was okay. “Was this all a dream?” I thought in displeasure. I asked my best friend at school what happened in the auditorium, and she said, “You collapsed to the ground and passed out. We were all worried about you.” I went to hug my friend, and I saw the purple stone ring with a cross on the back. I couldn’t even ask her about the ring. I was just so happy to see her again!
“What do you call a pig who knows karate?” the comedian said. “Pork chop!”
“Ha, ha, ha!” the audience laughed. Ashley just rolled her eyes and turned the audible “junk” (as she called it) on mute.
Some school auditorium, she thought, really realistic. I can even see all the real-school things because every school is that nice and clean.
Ashley hated stereotypes. She hated anything on television that wasn’t one hundred percent realistic. Though, she loved dreaming about fairies, unicorns, worlds full of candy and rainbows, and she even loved to read about unrealistic things. She thought that T.V. was ruining our own thoughts; in fact, she would love to be blind. That was her dream.
That was part of why Ashley had chosen Beth as her best friend. Beth was blind. Ashley wished she could switch her vision with Beth because Beth had never known what the world looked like (or remembered what it did). Beth was blinded when she was only one and a half. She was in terrible car accident with her mom. Her mother died, and Beth was blinded. Beth and Ashley had two things in common: they both were tactful people and never sat around making tactless comments, and they both loved ice cream. Every day after school, they would go to the Frozen Lounge, an ice cream lounge with cool lighting, little rooms with their own TV’s, and comfy couches. One time, the shop’s supplier didn’t send the provision for the week, so Beth and Ashley called them twenty-three times, until they sent their favorite ice cream: cookies and cream.
“There’s nothing good on!” Ashley complained.
“So, let’s do some homework,” Beth said. Beth was home-schooled, but she was technically part of Ashley’s school, so they had the same homework.
“All right,” Ashley said, hoping it was easy.
Beth read the Braille as Ashley read the text in her head.
Knock, knock, knock! Both Ashley and Beth jumped.
“I’ll get it,” Ashley said.
A strange woman with an orange, turban-like hat was at the door.
“Hello, I sensed jealousy in this room. You two need me. I can help you with your most desired wish!” she talked with a little bit of an accent, but not much.
“We’re fine; thank you,” Beth said firmly.
“Are you sure?” the woman said, looking at Ashley. She knew Ashley had a wish, and she wanted it badly.
“Yes, we are sure!” Beth said as she picked up her cane and closed the door, right in the woman’s face.
“You are making a big mistake!” called the woman from outside the door.
“Beth, I’ll be right back,” Ashley said as she hurried out the door.
She looked back at the door. She didn’t want Beth to supervise her, considering what she was about to do. Soon, she found the woman in the hallway.
“I knew you were not satisfied,” the woman said, her hat moving as she spoke. “Now, what is your greatest desire?”
“I want… I want to trade lives with my best friend,” Ashley said quietly.
“If you so desire, I will change you forever, and your friend will be you and you will be your friend… forever.”
“That’s what I want,” Ashley said, not sure she had thought this through enough.
“Very well…” the woman thought for a moment. “Eyes of beauty, shine in hair, reverse everything of these two, except their personalities!”
Ashley was up in the air, spinning, magic and colorful dust spinning around her, sparkling.
Then everything went black.
To be continued next week……
No Parents Allowed (Continued)
“Yeah, and my boss submitted my portfolio, which means we will remain here for two more weeks, and Karen will be staying with you the whole time!”
I dropped the phone and screamed at the top of my lungs!
……………….To be continued……………..
“Honey, you don’t have to scream,” my dad said sounding annoyed.
“Sorry, it’s just that I can’t stay here with Dylan and Karen for two more weeks. I’ll die if I have to see her every day!” I whined.
“Jenny, you’re overreacting and you’re being rude. I’m sorry I have to go. I love you,” he replied
“You, too,” I said grumpily. I hung up and sat back thinking about how I would survive two weeks with the worst baby-sitter in the world. I flipped through the television channels, but nothing good was on. At this hour, only the news (or as I call it, the snooze) was on. I flinched when someone knocked on my door. “Come in,” I said bitterly.
“Hi, how is your report coming?” Karen asked
“Great,” I replied. I wish I was invisible right now.
“Well, I’ve got something to show you,” she replied. We walked downstairs. She had brought over the game “Twister”. I thought to myself: do I have to play? It turned out to be that we played for two hours. It was endless. I tried to contact my father, but the call didn’t go though.
“It’s getting late. I should go to bed,” I said fake yawning.
“All right; see you in the morning,” Karen replied. I couldn’t sleep at all. I had remembered that I signed up for cheerleading. At lunch I had to perform in the auditorium in front of a live audience! I was terrified, just another thing I had to worry about. I drifted to sleep about forty minutes later.
When I woke up, I’d forgotten all about Karen being my supervisor. I got up, got dressed, and got everything ready for school; then I said goodbye and ran out to catch the bus. I didn’t need anyone to supervise me. The bus arrived right on time, and when I got to school, I prepared for my audition. The whole day went by so fast, that when it was time for lunch, I was ready. I walked to the bleachers. When the girl called my name, I froze for a minute. I was visible and easy to see. I stood up and started my routine: jump, spin, hand stand, back flip, kart wheel, and again in that order. Everyone applauded. I was proud of what I had done!
“Great job, Jenny, you know I was a cheerleader, too!” Karen said excitedly.
“Cool, you could help me sometime then,” I replied. I thought about this and saw a visual in my mind. This made me cringe. She started telling me stories about her life as a cheerleader, and I actually felt like I knew her back then. She sounded just like me: audible, outgoing, creative. I was rethinking Karen. Maybe I should give her another chance, and we could be good friends (even though she was seven years older than I.)
The doorbell rang; a voice said, “Hello.” It was my mom. My parents had come home early, and I was sort of happy and sort of upset. At least I was now a cheerleader and had made a new friend!