May 31, 2011

IDEAS ON TUESDAY 15: What If Your Middle School or Junior High School Was REALLY Important?

Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.

NOBODY thinks their middle school or junior high is important. The time you spend there is usually something you want to forget – all those zits, puberty, tripping over nothing, cracking voices and awkwardness. Life is complicated enough just with what’s going on in school – then you add problems with PARENTS. It’s like, you got along with them just fine until you turned 12 – then suddenly they’re like…IDIOTS and trying to spy on everything you do from who you text to who you hang with Saturday night.

But what if YOUR middle was really important? Read this article: and write a short story in which you and your friends are gonna meet at the Winter Break Dance and hide in the school. You’ve heard how the school is “haunted” (like anyone in the 21st Century would believe anything like that!) Of COURSE it’s haunted, that’s what the eighth or ninth graders always tell the underclassmen! You’re a seventh grader and you know all about the stories. You and your best dude and dudette (whom you DON’T LIKE THAT WAY!) manage to sneak into the science lab where you hide under the lab tables until the hallway lights go out.

That’s when something weird starts to happen; something that apparently connects historical points in your state to other things in other places in straight lines…and the school lays at the very center of a pentagram of ley lines…

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