Katie Madigan and Taylor Gilley
INQ 110 Other Places
Dr. Hanstedt
October 28, 2014
Digital Narrative Script Final Draft
I am an introvert. My idea of a good time is sitting in bed watching Netflix or curled up with a good book. Nothing too crazy, that’s the way it’s always been for me. When I left for college, I figured my relaxed nature would carry over seamlessly. And I was right… somewhat.
One night, I was all snuggled up in bed in my comfiest embarrassingly-pink-dog-covered pajamas, holding a steaming mug of Earl Grey tea, and watching The Princess Bride on my laptop. The only way this night could’ve possibly gotten better would’ve been if Ryan Gosling magically appeared with a box of chocolates and flowers… Otherwise, I was in utter bliss.
“BOOM”
Out of nowhere, my door was kicked open and suddenly I was in a war zone. Two guys decked out in goggles and armed to the teeth with Nerf guns opened fire on me. Me! An innocent, introverted girl who just wanted a night of peace! But no, Nerf bullets flew at me at nearly 100 miles an hour, pelting me over and over with their foamy evilness.
I dodged, ducked, weaved, and flailed like a fish out of water. I groped around my bed for anything I could use to shield me while miraculously not spilling my tea. My assailants cackled manically at my struggle to protect myself. I wasn’t even armed, how could they fire on a civilian?
After what seemed like an eternity of shrieking and flailing, the endless raining of bullets came to a halt. Part of me wanted to scream and throw them out of my room in anger and frustration. How dare they come at me while I’m unarmed and in bed? Silly me, I answered my own question. It was because I wanted to relax and enjoy some alone time that I was being attacked. For the first time since arriving, I began to really question whether or not I was cut out for dorm life. Back home, I could escape the chaos and shut myself away in my own private world. Here, privacy was a foreign concept and peace was all but an illusion. How was an introverted-and now grumpy- girl like me going to survive in an environment such as this? Then it hit me, I needed to adapt, simple as that. I wouldn’t have to change my calm personality, but I would have to accept that the never ending chaos was a part of my life now.
Why waste time focusing on the negatives? I might as well enjoy my time here, chaos and all.
So an idea popped into my head; one much better than yelling like a banshee or running. I simply smiled sweetly and asked if I could at least grab my gun. I needed a weapon after all. They laughed and teased that having a gun wouldn’t help me much, I would still be an easy target. I rolled my eyes as I loaded up my piece.
Silly boys, how could they have known that I’m an excellent shot?