Reyes 1 Alejandra Reyes Professor Filbeck English 114A 1 October 2013 The Remedy As if the film of my life had

just begun I sat in my empty room reading A Clockwork Orange my second favorite book. I was at the end of the first part after reading this book for the fourth time. I stopped at the beginning of part two: Whats it going to be then, eh? I set the book down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling I am going to college now, I stared at the blank ceiling as if waiting for a response I am majoring in screenwriting I said as I nodded Good I said. Youre a good writer. I laughed at my own joke to myself. I didnt know what was going to happen from here, all I knew was the direction I was heading. I wanted to start college differently than the way I started high school. I wanted that new place with a new beginning. High school was the place I discovered screenwriting and it discovered me. I remember waking up one night freshman year to this awful dream about infidelity. Normally Id shake off my dreams but for some odd reason this implanted itself into my brain forever. I went to school thinking about this dream and in the middle of class I looked down at the empty note pad and began to write. I wrote a story of a girl who was confused about who she loved. She was dating this guy who loved her but she couldnt help but devote her attention to his best friend who was also her lover. It was my dream and with my pencil looking down at the full two and a half pages Id written it came to life. Like many of my writings, they started out as dreams that played in my head like scenes in a movie.

Reyes 2 I went home that day proud of what Id written; I sat in my brothers computer chair finishing up my homework as I looked over at the notepad. I stared at the computer screen and clicked Open new document I grabbed the note pad reading over the plot I figured out the opening scene. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I wrote the names of my characters for my first screenplay: Austin, Sam and Olivia. I spent the next few days obsessing over finishing this and with every scene I finished I thought of another one. Then it hit like a bee sting, depression overcame me unexpectedly and I let the screenplay go cold. I had always watched movies to pass the time but with depression watching movies became the remedy to this illness. I watched every movie in my DVD collection before I began to write again, but it wasnt screenplays I was writing. I started a journal that I use to write my likes and dislikes. I couldnt write my daily routine, but I could write my ideas. Writing in my journals saved my creative mind from dying down. I wrote stories that eventually became scripts and then I wrote just to write, I wrote to keep myself entertained. It wasnt until sophomore year that I began to read so I could pass the time. I read Winter Dreams by F. Scott Fitzgerald for English class. Normally I would have just kept it as an assignment but it grabbed my attention, he grabbed my attention. Fitzgerald was writing stories the same way I was writing my scripts. My teacher; a short man obsessed with his own indie lifestyle, had us read about Fitzgeralds life, which only made me obsess over him even more. It wasnt until our teachers fun movie poster assignment that I realized I was infatuated. He had us design a movie poster for the story and include what celebrities would be in this movie. We had Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Natalie Portman, and Mila Kunis as the stars. It was an extra credit assignment but to me it was the assignment of my life. Doing the assignment made me realize how easy it would be to make any story into a movie even if it meant borrowing

Reyes 3 someone elses idea. Because of this I began to read books that became motion pictures and soon reading became a part of me like writing did. I remember giving my friends books and movies as their gifts for any special occasion. My best friend Lisa wasnt a reader she hated my gifts, that was until last Christmas. It all started last year when she told me to watch this movie called: The Perks of Being a Wallflower and I told her Id look into it. My father and I are frequent moviegoers and knowing this movie was playing in a small theater down the street we went to go watch it. I felt like I was watching my life play out in the big screen all I remember was crying, hard. I cried throughout the whole film its been a while since a movie, if any made me that emotional. Afterwards I forced my dad to take me to Barnes and Noble where I, still red and blotchy from crying my eyes out from the movie bought the book to read. It was a couple weeks until Christmas and I knew I only had a certain amount of time to finish reading this and personalizing it for her. As I read the book with each page I wrote a little note a memory or quote. I wrote about our memories good and bad and in the end wrote a letter of my own about our friendship. Needless to say, it was the best present she ever got. Writing wasnt just my past time it was my life. I had found a way to incorporate writing into everything I did and I hardly noticed because to me it all felt so natural. By the time senior year rolled around I had read so many books, written so much, and watched plenty of movies to realize what I wanted to do in life. Before I knew it I had already walked the stage to get my diploma and now I was sitting in my room staring at the ceiling thinking about where time had gone. I grabbed the book opening up to the page and proceeded to read, Whats it going to be then, eh?

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Works Cited Burgess, Anthony. "Part Two Chapter 1." A Clockwork Orange. New York: Norton, 1986. 85. Print.