I'm sure we've all noticed that the less we talk about things and the more we work on them the faster they get done. It's almost miraculous how that happens. Things start flying off the "to do" list!
Just the slightest bit of focus and it all comes together. So why is it that most of us are struggling to get things done? Complaining about our workload? Or homework? Or, both! It is simply a matter of organization and getting each thing done.
I've had a lot of work to catch up on for my class because I was so sick during the assignment's work period. I called and asked for an extension and then I got to work. I wanted to write this blog, write a new short story, write about my new story for my assignment and various other tasks, plus research I'm doing on my own for my stories and for sending out my stories.
WHEW! That seems like a lot since I'm not well enough to work all day. It's about making good use of the time. Not playing around online when I'm supposed to be researching, or writing or...whatever! I don't know if it's discipline so much as having a plan. Being organized makes a big difference.
At least it does for me!
Here's Section 3 of "The Boys From this Neighborhood"
Suki closed her
eyes as the boy unzipped his pants. She could hear him saying something about
being the best fuck she’ll ever have. He forcefully pushed her legs apart. Then
she felt the pain of him thrusting himself inside of her. A burning pain shot
through her, as if he had punctured her soul. Her flesh was ripping apart
against the asphalt. She bit her upper lip to keep from crying out, afraid to
anger them. Instinctively, her body jerked away.
Angered by her lack of
cooperation, one of the boys took out a switchblade and held the blade
extremely close to her cheek.
“Stay still you stupid bitch.”
Suki concentrated on the pain
of her hands, thighs, and buttocks being torn apart by the rough street. She
could not bear the thought of this boy being inside of her, that he was hurting
her, or that he was violating her. She focused instead on the blood dripping
from the open wounds and from her lip, which was now bleeding from the pressure
of her teeth.
Feeling the heat of his
ejaculation, Suki knew that he would soon be off her. Her feelings of panic
were intensified once again when she heard their conspiratorial laugh. Then the
next boy got ready to take his turn.
Boom ba boom boom. Wiping
sweat from her forehead, Suki struggled with thoughts of how she could possibly
stop this from happening to another girl. They had been partying for awhile,
and Suki knew they would be taking the girl soon.
How could I help, anyway? I
couldn’t stop them before. Suki stared out the window and tried to think
about her friend Janet. All of their friends from school were getting together
tonight. It was an end of the summer party. Suki told Janet that she could not
go, that she would feel too self-conscious around the boys.
“I’m having fun. I want to
party here.” Hearing the girl shook her back into reality.
Suki took a deep breath and
tried to block out the noise from the party. What could she possibly do for the
girl anyway? She was worthless, white trash just like her mother. That’s what
the boys had told her. She felt as if it were getting hotter.
Suki clasped her hands over
her ears hoping to make the entire scene, and he own memories, vanish. It only
intensified her feelings of helplessness.
What had the counselor at the
hospital said? “You can’t run from this, Suki. Face it head on. It happened,
but you’re okay.”
Okay? Yeah right! Suki
thought. The girl can’t fight them. She’ll lose. The girls always lose.
Suki could hear the girl
telling the boys that she didn’t want to leave the party.
“Somebody help her, please,”
Suki whispered. But her instincts told her that she was the only one that would
help.
Suki studied the street.
Surely there was an officer around here somewhere. They were always on the
street in this neighborhood.
Boom ba boom boom. She saw the
officers questioning a local bum in the parking lot of Stan’s liquor. She began
to shake.
“I’m too scared. I can’t do
this.”
Despite her fear, which had
felt immobilizing, Suki moved toward the door.
“I can do this.”
She unlocked her front door
with trembling fingers. A familiar sense of panic came over her as she stepped
into the corridor. The graffiti covered stairway looked darker and longer than
it ever had before.
The cars and people on the
street terrified her. She ran all the way to the liquor store. Officer Steve
Valmer noticed her right away. Suki had known him since they were young. They
had always liked each other, but they never dated because her father said that
their four-year age difference was too much.
peace and love,
sunee
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