The area is dim. It is calm and hushed. As the moon starts to rise, it casts a shadow against the wall. The brick that is me yelps in terror as the light shines into my eyes. Not again I thought as all of the other bricks started yelling furiously at me. This happens to me each and every single night. The moon would come up, shine through the window, blind me in the eyes, I would make a loud disturbance and then the entire classroom would yell at me. As everyone settled back down to go back to sleep I thought about how my life was. As I was thinking, I soundlessly fell asleep.

I slept fathomlessly for hours until a light flickered on in the room. It was time for school to start. Through my eyes I could see the teacher walk into the room. She sat down at the desk and started working vigorously. As my sleepiness wore off I began to feel crowded. Of course I was. All of the bricks were lined up side by side and one on top of the other. But I could feel most of the weight on me because I had been arranged near the bottom of the wall.

I was one of the unlucky ones that had to sit on the bottom. Bad stuff happened to the bottom bricks. For example: What do you think happens when one of the bricks spits? Or how about when one of the bricks misses a potty break? And the added weight did not help either. Also one of the kids that sits near me just so happens to be a graffitist so whenever the kid had an idea he would just decide to start drawing on my face. That was not so pleasant. Then when he was done, he would copy it onto a piece of paper, and then he would take his eraser and start rubbing that all over my head. That was definitely not enjoyable.

On the sunny side of things, however, I got to sit near the outlet. The outlet was always happy. Either singing some songs he made up or cracking jokes. Most of the time the outlet was just singing his little made up tune. It went “Plug it in. Take it out. That is what being an outlet is all about.” It was actually quite a tune.

As the day wore on there was a disruption in one of the classes. A tall man in a hardhat came into the room and started to talk to the teacher. After a while of talking the man left. The teacher stood up and announced to the class that they would be getting out of class at 1 o’ clock for construction. The children burst into cheers. Construction I thought. What was that? It sounded… demoralizing.

Whatever it was it would have to wait until 1 o’ clock. It was only 12 at the moment and I was busy being erased by that cruel boy. As the hour continued the children became livelier and started to talk more about construction. I caught small parts of their conversation, but did not quite understand. One of the ruder children kept pointing at the wall and yelling out bam, crash, or even swoosh, while at the same time started making weird gestures with his hands. This was very disturbing. Whatever this construction was, it could not be good.
The children left at 1 o’ clock and the lights were diminished. The whole classroom was quiet and on edge. You could hear men outside of the wall yelling. If only they would have put my eyes on the outside of the wall so he could see what was happening. Suddenly there was a collision and I felt searing pain across my back as I went hurtling through the air then smashed into hundreds of pieces of stone on the soft carpet. My mind went blank as vacant signs burst up through the tissue of my brain.

I woke up for a short period of time and glanced around. There was destruction everywhere. The windows had shattered across the ground; I could see my friend the outlet lying on the ground all crumpled up. Many bricks had been totally demolished. I glanced around to see what I had become. There were bits and pieces of me everywhere. That was when I passed out.

I could feel myself being picked up and being pasted back together, but I could not quite gather the raw strength to wake up. As I slumbered on I started to hear kids yelling and screaming and having the times of their lives. I woke up. I am a live! I think… I looked around to observe my surroundings. I was on the inside of the structure. There was a couple of ramps and kids flying everywhere on small strips of wood with wheels. That had to be dangerous. I looked around further. At the entrance of the building it said in big letters “Welcome to the new Skate Park!” Great, a skate park I thought.

Suddenly I heard a familiar melody and looked all the way down to see that outlet was near the ground singing his tune! Wait a minute. I was on top this time! This was fantastic, magnificent, awesome, wonderful, astonishing, and superb! This was a new era! I was living in an entire different realm and I was feeling the best I had ever been. Never mind I thought as I felt a wet glop of bird droppings plop onto my skull.