The darkness grows, but I can still see.
The chains get tighter, but I can still move.
My voice is gone, but I can still scream.
I’m still breathing, but everything else is dead.
I may as well be gone.
People are happy, but I’ve forgotten what it’s like.
People are running, but I don’t have the energy.
People are eating, but I’m not hungry. I never am.
People know who they are but I don’t.
I’m lost in my own mind.
I let go a long time ago. Some people manage to grasp the rope, pull themselves out of the dark, but my hands slipped and I fell, and I’ll never escape. The rope is still here, in the corner, but I don’t have the energy to even try anymore. So I just sit, and wait.
People have learned to love.
People want to have money.
People want to live long.
People want to have fun.
There are some things they’ve never loved.
People don’t want to be black.
People don’t want to be girls.
People don’t want to be gay.
Why? They make it seem like the world is black and white, already written, they can’t make changes. What colours should it be? Yellow, for happiness? Red, for bravery? We are making the world this way. We can change. Should people be scared walking alone at night, driving without getting pulled over, holding hands with their partners in public? You choose. No one’s making the world this way apart from us.
Troye breathed, his once pink lips were now blue, and the air was painfully cold. Every movement stung, and the whole floor was ice. It was once a river, but the stinging air had frozen it. He was meeting his partner today. He was nervous, which was the first feeling he’d had in years. Ocean. She walked down the stairs, and she was already crying. They would give her the last cooked meal she’d have in a while. He felt bad, she didn’t know what she was in for. Slowly they would die, just to get rid of them.
Everyone was lined up, as if in an army. Their outfits were all the same, and they all had the same worried look on their face. Who was going to be chosen? As I heard my name being called out, my stomach dropped. I broke a sweat, and my eyes started stinging. Every year, one student was chosen to be taken to the science lab and be used for experiments. Most of which resulted in death. I took the paper, and as I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. I was going home. I wasn’t being tested. Confused murmurs arose as I was escorted out the door. I was going home. I smiled to myself. This was it.
Summary: This BTN was about 2 families getting put to the test on natural disasters, by recreating one, and trying to take action.
Facts: It’s dangerous to go on the roof during a fire.
Hiding in a room is not a good idea.
People’s brains stop working in stressful situations.
Questions: Would they have the same reaction if it was real?
Is the reason they picked these families that they live in a high danger zone for natural disasters?
Understandings: Having an evacuation plan is a good idea.
Link to video: Don’t panic- BTN
Jemma nodded, acting as if she was listening. Nothing seemed right anymore, and the world would never be the same, no matter how many people acted like it was. It was frustrating, having people just ignore everything from the past week. She fiddled with her pen, completely ignoring everything her mother was saying. “However, she couldn’t believe what she had done!” Jemma watched as the minutes turned to hours, and wondered if she would ever leave her Mother’s office. This wasn’t even her house. She couldn’t live at her house, Jemma’s sister burned it down. “Where’s Cara?” Jemma wondered out loud. Her mother opened her mouth to reply, but got drowned out by the sound of a crackling fire.
Summer head out to the bridge just before sunrise. The ground was sprinkled in snow, giving the signs of winter starting. She shivered, and breathed on her hands to make them warmer. Her falling apart cardigan wasn’t doing much. There was a huge hole in her shoe, giving not much more help than the cardigan. She hadn’t seen anybody for months. She wondered where they would all be. Would they be happy that they decided to leave her in the burning down orphanage? Were they angry that she was still alive? She shook of the angry voice in her head, and looked for the pink daffodil. Mr. Worth would leave one there, every thursday, signifying that the kids were headed her way. Those kids were her biggest fear.
Summary: this BTN was about the drought in Cape Town
Facts: on June 4 it’s day zero
they might only get 25 liters of water everyday
the drought has been going on for years
Questions: couldn’t they do things like not have a shower everyday?
How long until rain comes in Cape Town?
Insights: I know that Cape Town is in a really bad drought and that 50 litres doesn’t get you that far.