I went home and time flew. I had barely finished lunch when I started doing my homework. I checked my school programme. “Oh, no! the next class in English is tomorrow!” I had no time not to mention the heart to come up with an original idea. Besides, I had to go to the gym for my tae-kwon-do practice and I could use all the energy I had been left with, which wasn’t much. But, anyway, I went to the gym hoping that I would feel more active but that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t lift my feet [[from the ground|Back home]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Back home, I had a bath, I ate dinner and sat on my desk to finally think of an idea for tomorrow’s story. But it was almost 11:30 and I lacked the strength let alone the inspiration. I called my friends for advice but they were all asleep. At 12:30 it seemed I had no other choice but “divine intervention”. I turned on my pc. I typed “to click or not to click” on my keyboard, I clicked and what do you know? 2345 results appeared on the screen. What a drug! That meant a lot of sleep time wasted.
And you dear reader would YOU [[click]] or [[not click]]?
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))I started searching for a story that didn’t have many “visits”. It took me some time but I finally found “the one”. The grammar, the vocabulary and the syntax were perfect. And the best part? It had only 4 visits and it was written by a kid that must be a native speaker. I copied it and went to sleep.
The following morning everything felt fine. The school bell rang and we went to class. Our English teacher had already been there and she was really excited to read our assignments because as she always says, “I have great expectations from your class, you are always so creative”. I didn’t raise my hand to read my essay but the teacher asked me to read mine. While I was reading it, I peeped towards her a couple of times and I could see she was too skeptical. When I finished, she asked me how much time I had spent writing it. “About half an hour”, I said with my confidence leaving me. “I don’t think so”, she said “because that is a story one of my students wrote at my previous school”. I had never felt more embarrassed in my whole life. From then on I started [[believing in karma|next]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Instead of clicking on it, I decided sleeping on it. That had always been my grandma’s advice. I hoped that maybe the following day everything would click into place. And it did, otherwise you wouldn’t be [[reading this now|next]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))She told us that there were no restrictions with the content or the topic. She also gave us a leaflet to study the entry “click” in the dictionary and its different meanings plus a few of her own stories on the topic just for inspiration, she said. To top all that she told us that the best stories would make it for a creative writing competition. She asked us only not to click it on the net and bring a ready-made story. We only had to think of a concept at home so that it would be easier for us to write the story in class next time. During the next four hours I couldn’t help thinking about a concept because I knew that I had such a busy day ahead of me that I wouldn’t have the time or the strength to think about it [[later]].
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Είμαι η
(text-colour:red)[''//Άννα Τοκμακίδου//'']
και σας καλώ σε ένα διαδραστικό λογοτεχνικό παιχνίδι.
Διαβάστε την ιστορία μου και διαλέξτε εσείς το τέλος της:
Πατήστε “To click” ή “Not to click” και διαβάστε τη συνέχεια της ιστορίας
Ας ξεκινήσουμε -> [[''Copy Paste...''|Copy-Paste]]]
(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Today was a rough day for me. I slept only for a few hours and I felt sleepy all day. I woke up the usual time; I did the usual stuff like a robot and walked to school. I arrived at the exact usual time and I met my friends, sat next to them chatting but I was too tired to participate. During the first class I almost fell asleep on the desk but after the break I felt a bit more energetic.
So our second class was English which was ok, normally. But not today. The teacher put on her sneaky look, which always foreshadows creative troubles and announced a narrative assignment with the general title, “To click or not to click”. Then of course she related it to whom else? Willie. "To be or not to be" and this sort of [[stuff]].
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