Echo
“Do I freaking have to?” “Yes.” “If you don’t do it, you can’t be in our group anymore.” “Yeah.” “Ugh. Fine. Whatever.”
It just wasn’t fair. Mrs. Kwa just announced our Greek Mythology project. We had to form a group, choose a myth, and perform it. Are you kidding me? She was making jokes with Geo about the myth of Echo & Narcissus, a pretty common myth about a nymph named Echo who loved to talk, and a very conceited guy named Narcissus. Echo annoyed Hera with her blabbermouth, so Hera eventually cursed Echo so that Echo couldn’t say anything, and all she can do is echo whoever’s speaking’s last words. She soon falls in love with Narcissus, but he rejected her in a very harsh way. Aphrodite did not approve of his actions and felt bad for poor Echo, and so she relieves Echo of her pain, and Aphrodite curses Narcissus to fall in love with his own reflection and die like way. Mrs. Kwa mentioned that he’d be just right for the role of Narcissus since he was also conceited. “Hey! Sonam should be Echo!” I was now paying attention to the conversation going on. “Yeah! Sonam, you should be Echo!” Nope. “Yeah… no thanks.” “DUDE! You’d be perfect for it since you talk and mock people so much! Um… No. “No way!” “Just go home and think about it.” Can I not? “Do I freaking have to?” “Yes.” No. “If you don’t do it, you can’t be in our group anymore because we’re doing Echo & Narcissus and you HAVE to be Echo..” You’re threatening me? Fine. “Yeah.” Ughh. “Ugh. Fine. Whatever.” I finally agreed reluctantly. I bet I’ll be hating the role & the project even more by the end of this.
The next day, our group gathered together and sat in a circle. We discussed our play, the roles, and our outfits. “So maybe Cathy can be Aphrodite then?” “Do I have to sing though?” “I’ll be the narrator!” “Brian, you can be Zeus.” Soon, an hour passed and we were finally clear on what to do and what’s going to happen. Suddenly, the
It just wasn’t fair. Mrs. Kwa just announced our Greek Mythology project. We had to form a group, choose a myth, and perform it. Are you kidding me? She was making jokes with Geo about the myth of Echo & Narcissus, a pretty common myth about a nymph named Echo who loved to talk, and a very conceited guy named Narcissus. Echo annoyed Hera with her blabbermouth, so Hera eventually cursed Echo so that Echo couldn’t say anything, and all she can do is echo whoever’s speaking’s last words. She soon falls in love with Narcissus, but he rejected her in a very harsh way. Aphrodite did not approve of his actions and felt bad for poor Echo, and so she relieves Echo of her pain, and Aphrodite curses Narcissus to fall in love with his own reflection and die like way. Mrs. Kwa mentioned that he’d be just right for the role of Narcissus since he was also conceited. “Hey! Sonam should be Echo!” I was now paying attention to the conversation going on. “Yeah! Sonam, you should be Echo!” Nope. “Yeah… no thanks.” “DUDE! You’d be perfect for it since you talk and mock people so much! Um… No. “No way!” “Just go home and think about it.” Can I not? “Do I freaking have to?” “Yes.” No. “If you don’t do it, you can’t be in our group anymore because we’re doing Echo & Narcissus and you HAVE to be Echo..” You’re threatening me? Fine. “Yeah.” Ughh. “Ugh. Fine. Whatever.” I finally agreed reluctantly. I bet I’ll be hating the role & the project even more by the end of this.
The next day, our group gathered together and sat in a circle. We discussed our play, the roles, and our outfits. “So maybe Cathy can be Aphrodite then?” “Do I have to sing though?” “I’ll be the narrator!” “Brian, you can be Zeus.” Soon, an hour passed and we were finally clear on what to do and what’s going to happen. Suddenly, the