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Introduction<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

In this unit, we explored the components of a story and wrote our own. In English, I wrote a light flash fiction horror story. In Digital Media and Animation, I began to use the Wacom drawing tablet. We learned how to use Adobe Illustrator and made animations in PhotoShop. There was a group project in Animation, too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

For this, I focused a lot more on the visuals since I already have experience with writing. Getting to create and animate a story with peers is something I really found fun!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Digital Media<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Story<\/h3>\n\n\n\n\n\n

Two blocks until I\u2019m home. I plod along, and the sky darkens as I do so, like when you turn down the opacity in Procreate. I walk a little faster, tell myself it\u2019s because I don\u2019t want the ice cream I just bought to melt before I\u2019m home, but in truth I\u2019m kind of terrified that someone is following me or something. Mixing my anxious personality with being alone in the dark usually doesn\u2019t end well. My breath catches in my throat at every sound I hear. I try to covertly glance behind me and check my surroundings, but everything appears to be still, normal\u2026 and dark. Very dark. Ahead of me a street lamp flickers and turns off, plunging me even further into darkness. My eyes fill with tears, making it even harder to see, and I suddenly become sure that I won\u2019t make it home. I breathe in deeply, exhale, try to clear my head. My brain runs through several horrible scenarios — I can\u2019t help but imagine someone kidnapping me, hurting me.  I imagine the local news headlines alerting people to my disappearance, and my stupid yearbook photo filling everyone\u2019s TV screens. I have <\/em>to make it home. I don\u2019t want anyone to see that. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stop, close my eyes, and tell myself I will be okay. Two blocks until I\u2019m home. Two blocks until I\u2019m home. <\/em>In this endless darkness, though, two blocks might as well be two thousand. I open my eyes and squint. Warm yellow light spills from a house with an open door to my right. I can hear a TV inside, and it seems far more inviting than the cold, dark sidewalk. I press the doorbell, and a tear slides down my cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A lanky, angular woman comes to the door. \u201cCan I help you, honey? Are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel like a little kid again. \u201cI\u2019m so scared. I feel like there\u2019s someone following me,\u201d I tell her tearily. She leads me to a faux leather couch and motions for me to sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCalm down, honey, don\u2019t worry.\u201d She turns. \u201cI was just about to make tea. Would you like some?\u201d I shake my head no. \u201cSit tight.\u201d I can hear her moving around in a nearby room I assume is the kitchen, and I hug my knees and put my head down, tears still streaming down my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019s back in this living room area now. She places her hand softly on my shoulder. \u201cDo you want me to drive you home? Call your parents or something?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nod. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, sit tight, honey.\u201d I hand her my phone, unlocked, and she smiles mechanically at me and exits the room. I flex my hands and roll my fingertips together. This always helps me calm down — it has ever since I was young. My breathing is becoming more regular now, and I stop crying. I\u2019m safe now. To be fair, I was probably safe the entire time — I can see that now. I know I have a tendency to worry too much and blow things out of proportion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without the sound of my sobs, I realise it is strangely quiet in the house. The TV is off now, and I can\u2019t hear that woman moving around anymore. She\u2019s not speaking either. Didn\u2019t she say she would call my parents?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I make my way towards where I\u2019d heard the noises coming from before, and find a light, open kitchen. The still-open front door is down a short hallway, and lets in a cool draught. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI feel better now, actually. I live pretty close by. I can get home myself.\u201d She\u2019s bent over something on the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She doesn\u2019t turn around. She seems really focused on whatever she\u2019s doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cC-could I have my phone back, please?\u201d She turns around, finally, and I realise just how tall she actually is. That strange smile stretches across her face again. \u201cLet\u2019s get in my car, honey. Your parents aren\u2019t picking up. I\u2019ll drive you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m okay, really. Please just let me have my phone, I\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turns around again and opens a drawer, takes something out, and tosses it at my feet. It\u2019s my phone, completely smashed and mangled, damaged beyond repair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey won\u2019t be able to track you now.\u201d She reaches backwards, still smiling at me, and pulls out a knife and duct tape. \u201cNow let\u2019s go get in my car, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two blocks away. Just two.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot<\/em> okay!\u201d I kick my phone back towards her, and use the split second she looks down at it to run towards the still open front door, burst through the gate, and run. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two blocks later, I\u2019m home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Illustrations<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

I made a sticker sheet with designs from my sketchbook!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I made some designs inspired by different things in my life and some bands I like.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Music <\/h3>\n\n\n\n

During semester one, we made song parodies. I chose Creep by Radiohead and made the song about a person who’s scared of sheep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n