The Current

I know what this piece means, but I want to see how others interpret my writing. I was inspired by my teachers. Because when you get a really good score on a test, it's hard to get better. Most people drop points or percentage, which is expected by most teachers. That is what inspired me to write this. Comment!

A natural current rippled throughout her system. It propelled itself at a rapid pace, a bounding spirit. Rush of new level collided with her nerves, and outpaced her mind. A vibrant beat pulsed within her veins now, joining with pure blood. Electricity shot to her limbs and as she felt the sense of awakening, she ran.

                She ran with delight, she ran with pure energy. Freshness of the city encircled her senses, the clean cut grass, the song of birds highly pitched, and the sky, clear and open. Her sharpened senses slashed through the surrounding world. It cut through all the grime, the sad, the old…and all at once everything was bright.

A ring of cheer erupted within her new ears, and she chased it down with eagerness. It rang towards her home, her family. Flowing as easily as the wind, she twisted her way through the piling crowd. The chime echoed rhythmically, and she easily sorted the altering notes into a song of her own. This one did not match the song of the birds. No, this one was her own, it belonged to her. It rang of freshness and new and happy. It made her smile.

                The energy did not fade, nor did her smile as the sidewalk disappeared in the distance behind her. She did not go back to embrace the wondrous scenes behind her, oh, she could never do that. It implied of slowing down, and her speed outpaced not only her mind, but the rest of the world as well.

                Her melody still presented itself in her mind, and her sprint maintained the natural speed. Home was so close now, so close. Home was always happy, as was her family. She contained her happiness in a jar so she could share it with the rest of her joyous members. Running so fast, someone of grime might’ve been blinded, but not her. The natural current she just experienced still continued to ripple within her system.

                Now home was so close, she could smell the fresh daises yellowed with sun so discreetly she ran even faster. The sky opened even wider, the song of the birds raised even higher. Everything was at peace. She eased into comfort, no pain coming from her speeding limbs. Home came nearer, and nearer.

                Then, all at once, she fell.