In english class we were doing a piece of writing called a stream-of-consiousness. Here's what I came up with.
'why did he do this? How could he do this to me?' 'He didn't do this to me. He said I was holding him up. As fo why... you do know.' 'Still I am crying now... what will happen when he does die? I might not have a shoulder to cry on next time.' 'So what if you cry now. How else will you get it out?' 'By becoming a sour person who won't talk to any one.' 'Ha,ha, your making jokes again. That's good.' Uhg, I'm still crying, and in English class. That's bad.' 'It's life. Take Sean's advice and try to stay positive.' 'What if that doesn't work?' '...I don't know.' 'At least the tears have stopped.' 'Good, very good. I hope it doesn't look like you've been crying.' 'Shut up.' A random giggle fills the room.
s a m a n t h a j e a n n · Mon Dec 08, 2008 @ 08:30am · 0 Comments |