futurewriter

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9/18/09

“I'm the Wicked Witch of the West. Yeah, Dorothy's not the only one who's traveled somewhere else.” The crowd is smiling cheezily. I can't believe that dumb drama teacher re-wrote The Wizard of Oz to revolve around the witch. The original is like a classic! At least I get the main part. But the play is so idiotic the copy machine shouldn't have been able to print it out! “You should be able to see the Kansas girl now. Let me expand my crystal ball.” As the lighting for the 'crystal ball' is opening the next scene opens. I go through the scene, and since the dreadful director insisted on changing every single word, my speech is cut out. I breeze along with the words “And your little dog, too!” as I throw a fake bomb on my feet. Or at least it's supposed to be. . .Suddenly I am surrounded by red smoke, and the crowd is clapping up a storm. But the annoying instructor is going wild probably thinking as I am knowing that this isn't supposed to happen. No sound reaches my ears though, and I start to worry. The crowed has slowed their soundless applause, their bodies stopping all movement eventually. The red smoke is fogging my vision, the confused faces disappearing in the haze. I am not in a scarlet; it is almost a pink that I am wrapped in, with nothing touching me but pressure all around. My skin is tingling around velvet, my heart pierced by thorns. I am suffocating but I don't need to breathe. Silence ensues in the dark and light. I am weightless, and anchored to the ground. If there is one. I am falling. . . Weightlessly. . . My mind is falling. . . Falling. . . The quiet is interrupted with to hushed whispers. Then a scream follows. Then more. There is gravity pulling my feet but not my chest, and I know once more I am on the floor. But this is not the stage. I am on a dirt path, men and women running amok. Metal clashes, and I see a few men clutching nothing but air, looking for the rest of themselves. This is not my high school play. This is a world war in a world I have never seen before.