Jurassic jail. P 1

I woke up crooked on the floor of a very small metal box. All was dark, I couldnt see or feel anything besides the cold metal on my sweaty skin and the loud thumping of my heart in my chest.

Where am I? I didn't remember anything.

I could taste my own fear. The salt of my terrified sweat in the cold damp air. In fact it wasn't only cold it was freezing.  I huddled myself up to try to retain some heat. The metal and my very thin clothing was no help.

I wish I could see where I was.

I felt the walls that surrounded me trying to find some sort of latch or door.  There didn't seem to be anything at all except the solid cold metal under my fingers. The back of my head throbbed so I lay back down. With my ear pressed against the floor my heart beat echoed louder in my head. Bum da dum. Bum da dum. Bum da dum.

The seemingly infinite blackness went on. Time seemed to dissapear all together until I lay in a state of half sleep, in past present and future at once.

My stomach began to knot. I don't know how long I lay like that but the pains in my abdomen continued to grow. On and on until they consumed my thoughts. My mouth became dry, my throat parched. I needed to find a way out or soon I would surely die. If I didn't run out of air, I would soon die of dehydration.

Again I searched the box for something, anything to escape. I thrashed and screamed desperately. But if anyone heard me they gave no sign.

Finally, I gave up.

I hummed to myself to distract myself. I hummed songs I knew from my childhood. My mother see to sign me songs as I fell asleep at night. She would curl up next to me in the small single bed on the floor of our small living room and brush my hair back as she sang in my ear. Sometimes, if we couldn't afford food that day, she would sing extra loud to keep my mind away from the pangs.

We never had enough money and whenever I would catch her sitting at our broken up table crying I swore to myself that I would make a better life for her. I swore that I would be a man t protect her. I would never leave her.  Not like everyone else had.

Life didn't happen quite how I imagined it though. Reality is squeued in the eyes of an eight year old boy you see. When I grew up I got a part time job after school to help get money for my mom and I. Eventually, I quit school. Soon enough I found myself in with the wrong people. I knew that the gang life was bad. But it didn't matter. I had a family now. People who would look out for me and my mom. And the money got better.

I caught my mother crying only once more. And it was the day everything fell apart. The day my life was over. The day I left her for good.

A loud thud outside the box interrupted my thoughts.

"hello?" I screamed. "Hello!!!?"

No one answered. I leaned my ear against the walls. I could hear little movements outside. Maybe they were my imagination. But I wouldnt lose the chance if they weren't.

I smashed my fists into the metal. Shouting and screaming for anyone's help. All the noise didn't seem to penetrate the darkness of the box. It all seemed futile and ad my throat began to feel  ragged and stripped I stopped.

No one came.

No one cared. Not for somebody like me.

I began to sob. Overwhelmed by everything that had happened these past months. I cried for the boy. I cried for my mother. And I cried because I was scared of what was to come. Scared I would die here. Alone.

***

I awoke to the grinding sound of metal on metal.

The door opened with a blast of light and I collapsed to the wall covering my face.  I couldnt see what was going on because the light was too blinding. I felt hands grab me from the box and throw me forward on the hard earth. Sand. I felt.

Slowly I was able to open my eyes and saw that I was surrounded my a group of men. Ragged and unkept. Their clothes torn. Looking like no one had showered in years. They all looked very rough.

My Story

Who am I? Where do I come from? What's my story?

Well, this blog isn't about that. This blog is about what story I have to tell. I've been writting for years. I've written two novels so far, and am working to get one published. I've been published in 2 newspapers. And I won the 3rd place for youth short story in the National Capital Writing Contest 2011.

Writing is a passion and I'm going to use this blog I express some of my writing updates. The ideas I happen upon, my hopes and goals for my writing and more.

Enjoy!

Outline- chapter 1

Everything falls apart

Sybil's intro. ( she goes to a horrible school, stalked by Tommy) One thing after another things are bad. You see her fustration build until she snaps and leaves St Mary's. ( Best and only friend Liz)

week 9 update

Ah! Exams... due to the fact that we are in exam time, after studying and summatives, and note taking... i just don't have time to write. though i attempted to write 4 chapters this week i only got 1 and a half. So now i am behind 3 chapters.
Oh well, once exam time is over i'm going to have a really easy semester so i will probably get a lot more writing in. also because i have english i will probably be bringing my laptop to school more. I have a feeling that i will finish with much time to spare. Wish me luck.

J.
16 more chapters, 126 more days.

Week 8 update

I', am currently on chapter 12, almost 13. Which means i have 17 cjaters to go and 133 days. so i think i can do it. Though i have fallen behind im almost certain that once summatives and exams are over i can catch up. I mean next semester is Art English Gym and Math. im gifted in art english and math, ang well gym... so easy semester by far. That is by far a good thing because i'll probably have a lot of free time and i can get ahead easyly. I'm sorry i still haven't posted the chapter outlines but i will be getting to it as soon as possible. I recently got an ipod touch and im wicked fast and typing on it so all ill have to do now is write there instead of on my laptop. that gives me the chance to write suring every opportunity. I'll be posting again soon.
J.
PS this semester i have french science music and geography... and at my school we have written summatives and exams for EVERY class instead of just the usual ones.

week 7 update.

140 days left. I am currently working on chapter 10 even though i should be on chapter 12 at this point. i admit i fell a bit behind due to the holidays. However i plan on catching up soon. I will probably finish chapter 10 and 11 tonight and then do 12 tomorrow. i do feel the need to get AHEAD of skedual. Something you will find out about me is, as unrealistic as this may sound i get prerecognitions. Like not exactly just once in a while ill get a very keen feeling, usually for good reason. Nothing exact i can tell the diffrence between fantasy and reality. Once in a while though ill have a dream that was, and im not kidding, DEAD on. Anyway for the next week i hope to get atleast 3 chapters ahead.
Wish me luck XX

140 days,
20 chapters
J.

Hello.

Welcome to JMKempster's official website. I'm just going to use J. for short.
If you are currently resting your eyes upon this website you are probably either a friend or a reader. I may only be 14 years old, but im publishing my book. Okay backup. Let's start at the begginning.

14 years ago.... not that far..... ever since i learned to read i loved books. At first i wanted to be a teacher, then i realized i didn't like socializing. So i tried Scientist.... although im gifted, it was not my place. So i realized i'd do something that came to me naturally. Writing. I loved reading because you could fall into a world so unlike, or like our own. The relation vs. the diffrences. I wanted to create a story like that. I started writing this one story when i was 12. looking back on it now i can really see the naivity. So instead I started a new book. I've been writing this for a year and a half. and until a few weeks ago i was only at 4 chapters. I have doubled that in a month. I developped a new strategy and now this book is estimated finish on may 16 2010.
Why this date is so important is because it will be my 15th birthday. Then i gave myself a year to get it puclished. i want to be a published author at 16. The thing that amazes people the most is how far i am mental compared to my years. Most adults think im just another confused child with a big dream, then once they get to know me they realize, i can actually do it. I am not being pompous when i say i can write. I have been told by several published authors that i am a great writter. For example John Green. I have horrible spelling which you will soon discover. but i have a knack for gettting things out just right. I have often been told i am an old soul, and i can relate with people extremly well because i have experience so many diffrent scenarios. I'm not sure i believe this, but i can say im mature, and i keep a level head. Also that i can relate to both sides. Take that how you wish. My mother thinks i should be a lawer. I jsut would get too anoyed at the politics of it.

I had an old blog. But i thought it would make more sense to post in a seperate blog for my book. Now I am here, and posting. The first few entries will be me catching everything up. A few things you should know right now: Schwa was the cover name i used for one of my best friends Athina. The reason i plan on using her real name now is because we are planning a type guidebook over the summer. More on that in the posts to come. Leah is my best friend, but she doesn't really support my book, and writting. Emma not really gifted but reads like you wouldn't believe. Justin is my boyfriend. not really important but he is mentioned, and he takes up most of my free time. Kelsey is my wacky odd friend. Each one of these friends are represented in my book in some way. There are more, which will be revealed later on. Also Erin is my editor, or revisor.

Smiles,
J.

PS because my imported posts go by date. they are BEFORE this post.