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gabriella
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I need to add about 3 more things. I just don't know what. help? I've gotten a lot of help from you guys with this, thank you all
"My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing inside my chest, tricking me into believing the barrier of my ribs could explode any second. My throat is dry and I can't seem to formulate coherent thoughts. I bite my nails in fear of failure. Looking at the many faces in the audience, I get overwhelmed. It’s getting harder to breathe; the ache of my stomach makes me cringe. My heart is racing, my head is spinning, and I can't explain this feeling inside. The crowd becomes blurry and impatient as the hot spotlight, illuminates the beads of sweat on my forehead. A voice in my head asks, how will I get through this? I swear the audience can hear the knocking of my knees....I want to collapse, but somehow, my feet are grounded...."
gary 7- I'm not supposed to write a story, I'm not really sure what it's called. this was my teachers example:
"Fists pound into my pillow as the alarm buzzer goes off, louder and louder each time. The lightening storm outside mocks my mood. I look in the mirror and see my eyes dead red, I can feel myself wanting to scream."
It's some like poetry thing, that doesn't rhyme...? I'm just supposed to convey a mood. and I chose "nervous"
"My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing inside my chest, tricking me into believing the barrier of my ribs could explode any second. My throat is dry and I can't seem to formulate coherent thoughts. I bite my nails in fear of failure. Looking at the many faces in the audience, I get overwhelmed. It’s getting harder to breathe; the ache of my stomach makes me cringe. My heart is racing, my head is spinning, and I can't explain this feeling inside. The crowd becomes blurry and impatient as the hot spotlight, illuminates the beads of sweat on my forehead. A voice in my head asks, how will I get through this? I swear the audience can hear the knocking of my knees....I want to collapse, but somehow, my feet are grounded...."
gary 7- I'm not supposed to write a story, I'm not really sure what it's called. this was my teachers example:
"Fists pound into my pillow as the alarm buzzer goes off, louder and louder each time. The lightening storm outside mocks my mood. I look in the mirror and see my eyes dead red, I can feel myself wanting to scream."
It's some like poetry thing, that doesn't rhyme...? I'm just supposed to convey a mood. and I chose "nervous"