A friend once told me writing is like eating, it comes naturally.
Writing isn't like eating: you can't always do it when you're bored, when you're starved, when you're depressed, or when you're craving to. It comes when it wants to, this writing craze, and whether or not you give into it is what determines whether or not it will happen. I stopped talking to that friend.
A friend once told me writing is like school, it's long and tedious.
Writing isn't like going to school: you don't know when you will start and when you will end, when you'll get a break, when you'll get to see your friends in between it, and when you'll get a test for it w
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-A very depressing story that is completely fiction and that makes of no sense-
The smell of winter, as the wind carried snow, I started to hear your voice. We, at each other, laughed together, and occasionally had fights. But because of your voice, softly spelling my name I didn't realize (the fights) at all.
I want to hug you, just for one more time. Even though I know that we can’t meet each other again. A wedge in my heart that can’t be removed just with that single word, “regret”.
What you gave to me was a time full of happiness. What you gave to me was a tender smile. What y
[ ] Gotten detention.
[ ] Gotten your phone taken away
[ ] Gotten in school suspension
[ x ] Got sent to the principal's office.
[ ] Chewed gum during class.
[ x ] Gotten more than 8 tardies
[ x ] Didn't do homework over 3 times.
[ x ] Turned at least 3 projects in late.
[ x ] Missed school cause you felt like it.
[ ] talked too much and got kicked out of class
[ x ] Got your mom/dad etc. to get you out of school.
[ ] Text people during class.
[ ] Passed notes.
[ ] Threw stuff across the room.
[ ] Laughed at the teacher
[ ] Pulled down the fire alarm.
[ ] MySpace, Facebook, etc. on the computer at school.
[ ] Took pictures