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currently have writers block.... plz help

i do a little writing here and there.... tell me wat i can do to improve... btw if u want to acutaly spend ur time and make the obviously necicary corrections then be my gust.... any way here it is

My eyes just closed when I felt a pain shoot across my left hand and up my arm.
“Wake up you lazy bum! This is a test not a nap!” my math teachers screeched into my ear in the high pitch volume that she always had done in the past. She had hit me across the back of my hand and it was bleeding now. Her name was Mrs. Rachel and she had this weird vampiric tenancy to make people bleed, once she gave a kid a nose bleed just by yelling at him, she walked around with her long meter stick sharpened and cleaned several times a day. I had fallen asleep from pure over exertion and apparently she had noticed and obviously I was in the middle of my math test. We would complain about her violent ways if it weren’t for the fact that we all lived on a giant floating balloon in the middle of the ocean and weren’t in the middle of an experimental military program set up by the Russian government for little homeless kids like me.

My name is Ryan and I come from America, New York to be exact. I was running away from an abusive family and trying to find a new start. I am 14 but that was enough for me. When I was 13 I decided that it was too much to come to what I called a home but many other called a dark, trash filled ally, only to be verbally abused and physically beaten by my drunk of a father. So I ran away to the nearest shipping dock and stowed away on a cargo ship and it left me in Russia, I’m still not really sure if he even knows that I’m gone. So I scrounged the streets as a conmen thief or pick pocket. Eventually I made some friends with mostly the same position and we lived together for about six months when we were hunted down and captured to be put on this flying hell. But then again, just about anything is better than my life back in America.

I guess that I drifted out of consciousness again but it must have been deeper because I woke up in my little cot, my hand was all bandaged up. I sat up, my long pale hair getting in my eyes, and started to sift through the things that they gave me for a shirt to put on because for some reason they had taken off mine. But as I did my wounded hand shot a pain up my arm worse than any other pain I had had in the past. Hitting the floor with a thud I could feel the warm blood trickle out from my hand. I was starting to get light headed and had already broken out in a cold sweet when with out knowing it Alisa had picked me up and propped me against my bed. She had a cold cloth to my head and was trying to stop the bleeding in my hand.

She was one of the best friends that I had, I met her when we both ran head first into each other running away from the people that we had stolen from and the rest was history. We have spent more time together than most parents do with their kids. But when we met Dmitri, she became obsessed with him, and practically forgot all about me. Dmitri was the silent intelligent type, also despite the way he walked and how quite he was, he was the fastest and smoothest pick pocket I had ever met. He could steal a woman’s necklace right off her neck in the blink of an eye with out here even noticing. After that he basically provided for us, not that I asked for it, but I guess that I should be grateful but him just coming in on me and Alisa, we didn’t need him and he didn’t need us, so why was he here? Aw whatever, he was captured just like me and Alisa, and you know what? I think it serves him right.

At this point I was feeling a lot better; apparently I had lost a lot of blood and hadn’t known it. But Alisa had patched me up and put me back into my bed, she was sitting beside me now; she really was a good friend. Right now she was stroking my hair, I was pretending to still be asleep because I liked it so much, but then Dmitri walked in and gave me and her a look of disgust and semi-shock. She rolled her eyes and walked over to him and gave him a hug but he just shrugged her off and she looked ashamed, I always hate it when he dose that. She started to explain but, just like him, he shrugged and said “I don’t really care…” and he left. Alisa came over to me with a perplexed look on her face and started stroking my hair again, I could almost hear her thoughts and I knew that they were full of self doubt and questions.

I opened my eyes to try and comfort her but as soon as I did, she looked all frantic and started saying something about having to get to the galley to help with dinner, and that I shouldn’t get up and that she would try to get some one to get dinner to me, all the while getting her boots back on and fixing her clothes so that she would look more presentable, even though she had blood all over her jacket and pants.

So as I was instructed I stayed there and slept for a good hour and a half. I didn’t dream about anything which was normal. But when I awoke the first think I saw was Dmitri staring straight at me. He still had that same look of disgust on, only this time it was directed at me. I decided to give him the nastiest look I could manage which is actually harder than it sounds, at least for me. We staired at each other like stone for at least 20 minutes. He finally broke the silence, but not by talking, by leaving but it was all the same to me, better than near me.

He came back looking humiliated and carrying a red cloth bag. The next thing I knew he said “here” tossed the bag at me and left. I untied it and it was my dinner, a little battered and some of the food was mixed together but it was dinner all the same. The mashed potatoes were a little mashed into the meat and the peas were now just a puddle, I have eaten worse.

I guess that I get an easy day today, well aside from getting smacked across the hand and losing consciousness. But I didn’t have to do any of my every day responsibilities and I got a day in bed. But it couldn’t last. I knew that. Alisa came in every now and then to see if I was doing alright and of course I was. I dozed off a couple more times but not nearly as long.

I woke up at 6 like every day only to hear the same old song that I’ve herd every morning for 4 months. I got up and almost passed out again but this time I didn’t fall to the ground in a cold sweet and Alisa’s bandaging job did the job so my had didn’t brake open again. Again I sifted through my things for a shirt and jacket and found them this time. I put them on in the same disorganized fashion as usual. Out of some cruel twist of fate Alisa, Dmitri and I were all in the same classes and training sessions. He was quick with his hands and he knew it, but rather than gloat he just stayed quite and did his best to disappear but despite his best attempts at it he was always noticed by the teachers and all the girls (how ever few there were) practaly fell right in his lap. I mean it just seems like every thing came easily to this guy and he didn’t want it. It just made me sick. Yeah I’m jealous…

We all met at the usual spot just outside of advanced flight training right next to the basic flight training. Me and Dmitri exchanging scowls and Alisa looking totally confused. It looked like there were more of us this time, I guess that they had rounded up more of us little street kids and locked them up in here. We had all excelled fast in basic flight but advanced seemed to be getting the best of us, or at least Alisa and I. they didn’t really let us fly plains until we graduated advanced training, most people didn’t even make it past basic. We were in a class of 50 out of our first year that had 300 or so people in it. We were all head of our class and Dmitri was head of the three of us. The people that didn’t make it past basic training were sent off to learn how to repair plains, run the air-ship, and to memorize strategic battle planes and calls.

They gave us rickety medal chairs obviously from years past in other organizations. Most had some sort of writing on the back of them, the one in front of me had a rather ominous message on it.
“Go back
Leave this place
Before it’s too late…”