Invasion Of The Body Snatchers Short Story

In the great valley known as San Gabriel, once untouched by human hand, once claimed by nature, and later fortified by man lays a great town by the name of Sierra Madre. Young kids would make fun of it as the is really only known for its sub-par pizza and by the fact that it peaked 62 years ago when “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” happened to be filmed among its hidden suburban community. At the foot of the great San Gabriel Mountain lay an eight-year-old boy whose very existence contributed almost nothing to society. This boy was particularly quiet but dreamed that one day he would be heard by many, little did he know that on this sunny California day in nothing special Sierra Madre, many would hear from him; well thirteen people to be exact, which was many for his small eight-year-old mind. It was just another Wednesday as the young

Finally, the boy looked onto his own hand and noticed that the pain was coming from a Number 2 Ticonderoga pencil driven deep in his palm, the same one he was doodling with. It was at that moment that he realized he impaled himself as he maneuvered the tightly packed desks with the tip of the pencil facing toward his palm. To redeem some of his dignity, he snapped the pencil out of his palm as if he was some sort of juggernaut. This made things only worse as the snap was not clean, wood chippings laced with blood flew onto Serra’s desk followed by both the boy and Serra’s ear-piercing screams. The teacher hastily rushed the boy to the first aid office at the school. At the moment the boy just walked with the teacher fixated on the pain in his hand. At this very moment, the boy was finally heard loud and clear, and he realized that maybe he was not this great mystical being and maybe, just maybe he just like everyone else. The young schoolboy boy was me, and to this day I have the scar from the pencil on my left