I felt the feeling of many. I’d seen several people like this. I kept on seeing more. Ten turned to fifty which turned to five hundred which turned to five hundred and one. This particular girl was unpredictable. Just when you think she’ll take a step forward she takes two steps back, a blessing and an unfortunate curse. I wanted to understand her, so I took a trip inside her mind, only for a second. Books lined the inside of her brain. ‘Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed’, ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’, ‘Alone In His Teacher’s House’. Books I’d seen in the minds of others before her. As I shuffled down the first cold dark hallway her book selection became more complex. ‘The Book Thief, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, The
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The floors gradually changed from Legos to pictures. Pictures of a small boy and what seemed to be the girl as a child. As I walked the people in the pictures aged. I turned the corner. The floor changed to letters. I came to the conclusion they were letters exchanged between the small boy and the owner of the mind I was now excitedly roaming. There at the end of the hall was a large letter. It had quite a few words, but was all ripped up. I applied my prior experience from the last hallway.I’d accurately predicted that I’d need that letter to explore the next hall of the peculiar girl’s mind. I struggled to put the letter back together. Nicknames, colors, and descriptions covered the pieces as I hastily managed to piece together the whole letter and to my delight the next hallway was cleared. I trailed down the hallway, confusion plastering my face as I saw nothing. Nothing was there. Just darkness. I sat, contemplating the meaning behind the halls, Was there a meaning at all? Is the owner of this mind ill? Dead? A feeling of dread washed over me as I started to tear up. I’d never felt this particular way about any applicant before. Some papers moved me, surprised me, made me laugh until I was in tears. But this particular essay? It was different. I wanted to continue the journey but it’s come to an unfortunate halt. I should have started reading
The floors gradually changed from Legos to pictures. Pictures of a small boy and what seemed to be the girl as a child. As I walked the people in the pictures aged. I turned the corner. The floor changed to letters. I came to the conclusion they were letters exchanged between the small boy and the owner of the mind I was now excitedly roaming. There at the end of the hall was a large letter. It had quite a few words, but was all ripped up. I applied my prior experience from the last hallway.I’d accurately predicted that I’d need that letter to explore the next hall of the peculiar girl’s mind. I struggled to put the letter back together. Nicknames, colors, and descriptions covered the pieces as I hastily managed to piece together the whole letter and to my delight the next hallway was cleared. I trailed down the hallway, confusion plastering my face as I saw nothing. Nothing was there. Just darkness. I sat, contemplating the meaning behind the halls, Was there a meaning at all? Is the owner of this mind ill? Dead? A feeling of dread washed over me as I started to tear up. I’d never felt this particular way about any applicant before. Some papers moved me, surprised me, made me laugh until I was in tears. But this particular essay? It was different. I wanted to continue the journey but it’s come to an unfortunate halt. I should have started reading