Creative Writing

Cleaning out my backpack from school, I came across something I have carried almost everywhere with me for the last six years. Whether it has been in my backpack, in my car, sitting next to my bed, or in my pockets I keep it on me. 

I am talking about my cube.

I never thought I would be attached to a six-sided plastic block of jumbled colors, but since I picked one up I haven't put it down. Twisting and turning helps me focus, zones me out and relaxes me. If I am stressing or undecided on something, Im able to arrange and rearrange the cube to help me think about what I should do. Sort of like a thinking cap, Im able to see things more clearly. Its helped me a ton, but it has also been a distraction. In class, at work, while driving. No limits to my finger fiddling, I have had plenty taken away, broken, or lost. Learning from my mistakes I now have a full drawer filled with replacement cubes, just in case. I don't think I will every forget how to solve one, the algorithms are now burned in my brain, and in case you were wondering my record time for solving a Rubik's cube is forty-four seconds.

Tristian Saenz P.5