it's very rare that i have nothing to say.
i mean seriously, i was so scared for my first blogger meet-up with kylee because i can talk and talk and talk all day about absolutely nothing and in real life, i'm not that funny.
so today i give you something i wrote.
creative writing non-fiction is my favorite class. hands down. even if i'm terrified to get my first real paper back tomorrow and i think my professor probably hated it because i didn't get to obsess over every detail like i normally do.
the assignment was to tell a story in 50 words.
and i'm embarrassed at just how long i spent writing this one. hate it, love it, rip it to shreds... i'm starting to become a little bit okay with show and tell. then again, i wrote this nearly six weeks ago and it's only 50 words. i can only imagine how long it would take to reveal 500 words. yikes.
*yes, this is a non-fiction class so yes, the story behind this is...well, true. and i'm sure you can figure out who/what it's about and all of its careful little hidden meanings?