It was a dark day in the city of AP English and the evil Doctor Conn made all of her civilians preform a single speech. If it didn’t meet the standards of the evil doctrine that she called a rubric. Poor Sir Sweaty Palms, he wasn’t quite comfortable giving a speech due to his lack of experience. Though, did not really fear the actions but the suspense he felt every minute that passed until it was his turn, drained his super power of bravery. As each of his fellow comrades delivered their speech with great eloquence a sense of insecurity came to his mind. Was his speech good enough to compete with those of others? He grabbed his paper and gave it one final read and then it was his turn.

With all his might he conjured all his strength got up and confidently walked up on stage. Like his name, his palms grew sweaty; thus meaning his confidence levels were weakening as each pore in his hand began to get damp. He knew he had to act fast before his kryptonite, nerves, got to him. He cleared his throat and the words started to flow. His benchmark was five minutes and Sir Sweaty Palms made sure to pause after every sentence read and speak clearly before the evil Doctor Conn. He accommodated a lot of hand gestures and eye contact like he does when speaking before his friends.

His words were invigorating and as much Doctor Conn tried to resort to her doctrine to give malevolent remarks, she didn’t find anything major to criticize him on. After the five minutes were over a huge roar of applause spread throughout the city of AP English and so comforting Sir Sweaty Palms. He stepped of the stage and thought about how easy that experience was. Prior to that day he had never really had to face a crowd of people when acting out plays, playing sports or group presentations. So thus ends the story of Sir Sweat Palms first time giving a speech.

By: Brian Ronquillo