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Day One Hundred and Nineteen: Carly Siminsky

Part of writing is getting to know your characters. The way that I’ve been working so far, there’s not been a lot of time to do that. I write a story, and move on – maybe coming back another time to revisit the people I have created, but usually not. So just for fun, I’m going to do some character interviews this week and see what I can find out about the folks who emerged from between the folds in my brain. To do so, I’ve got my list of characters and the fine folks over at random.org, and together I’ll be randomly choosing my subjects. If you have a request for a character interview, let me know in the comments and I can see to it that he or she jumps to the head of the queue.

Carly Siminsky appeared recently appeared on day 104 – Discipline – giving us a glimpse into her mysterious little problems with telekinesis. As an astute reader noted, she’s well on her way to figuring out how to free herself. Until then, she’s in a bit of a difficult situation. Let’s see how she’s doing.


Good evening, Carly. Please have a seat.

Am… Am I in trouble? I already had my psych evaluation this week, and they said I’m doing fine.

Carly, do you know why you’re here?

Well, yeah. I’m sick. Right?

In a manner of speaking, yes. I have your dossier here, but I’d like it if you could tell me about yourself.

I don’t understand, is there something wrong? I’ve talked about what happened a hundred times, I’m sure it’s all in there.

It is, but I’d like to know more about you. From before you got sick.

I dunno, I’m pretty sure I told you guys everything after I came here. There were just so many interviews, but maybe with all the medication…

Just do your best.

Fine. I’m Carly Siminsky. I used to go to Ravensbrook High School in Ravensbrook, Illinois, and I was in my freshman year before I came here. My parents got divorced last year – my dad had to move to Tennessee for work, so we don’t get to see  him much anymore. Mom is a writer, and so far she’s doing okay. She does young adult fiction – you know, stories for teenagers and things. You might know her? Veronica Siminsky?

I’m afraid I don’t, no.

Oh. She’s won some awards.

Sorry. What kind of stories does she write?

She has this series going right now that’s all about kids going to a virtual online high school that’s run by an evil AI. The computer’s trying to program their minds and they have to figure out how to get out of the system without getting their brains fried. It’s actually pretty good. My friends read it, and not just because they’re my friends, I think. I mean, it’s all about being a kid, right? The computer is like the teachers, who are trying to make us think what they want us to think and see the world the way we’re supposed to. But maybe we don’t have to. Maybe if we figure things out for ourselves, it’ll be better.

Are you good at that? Figuring things out for yourself?

Sometimes, but not really. I have a hard time in English class – ironic, right? My teacher keeps asking these questions about deeper meanings in books, like themes and messages and symbols and things, and I just don’t see it at all until someone points it out. Music is better, though. I can listen to music, and then I can usually figure it out on the piano after a while. I had to take piano lessons forever, so I guess that worked out well.

Is there anything else you think you have a gift for? 

A gift? (pause) No, I… I don’t think so. I have friends who are really talented, though. My friend Mindy is a fantastic artist. She’s been drawing since she was really little, and now she’s just amazing. She’ll just sit and stare at a piece of paper for ten, fifteen minutes, and then she grabs a pencil and she comes up with the most gorgeous pictures. I told my mom that Mindy should do her covers, but mom said that the publishing company handles all that and she doesn’t have much to do with it.

My friend Jack is great at math – he pretty much sleeps though class and then gets perfect marks on everything. And his boyfriend Lee is a star on the school basketball team. We’re all sure he’s going to be in the NBA someday, and he swore he’d be the first openly gay pro basketball player. And he can do it, too, we’re all sure he can.

Yeah, so it looks like I have a bunch of talented friends. But me? I dunno… I get by.

But now you have an unusual talent of your own, right?

What? What, do you mean the… the thing?

The telekinesis, yes.

Is that what it’s called?

Yes, it is. They didn’t tell you?

Well, no. They don’t really say what it is or how it works. They just try to get it so I can control it. So I won’t… I won’t hurt anyone. Again.

I see. Tell me about the work they have you do. What are your thoughts on the training?

My thoughts? I don’t know, really. It’s hard. Sometimes I hate it. There’s this stupid thing with a ball and some hoops that I can just never get right. And every time I do get something right, they tell me I’m doing good work and making wonderful progress, and then they throw something harder at me. I mean, I think I know how to control this now, and that’s the whole point, right?


I know I hurt a lot of people. I never meant to, and I never want to hurt anyone again, so I do all this. But I want to go home too, y’know? I miss my mother, I miss my friends.  I even miss my school and playing softball… I just… I don’t…

Here you are. Here.

Thanks. God, I feel stupid…

No, no. It’s understandable.


I know they’ll let me go home someday, right? After I’ve really learned not how to hurt anyone?

I’m… I’m sure they will.

I just wish it would all go away. I wish it would go away so they won’t have any reason to keep me here anymore. I can go home.

… Thank you, Miss Siminsky. That will be all for today.



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