“You don’t have an assignment today, but remember about the paper that is due on December fifth. It will take a whole test grade, the story is supposed to be about emotions through color. You will pick a color and share all the immense emotions through a story that could be felt when looking upon that color. I suggest you work on it this weekend. Class is dismissed, see you all on Monday.” I grab my bag off the floor and throw it over my shoulder. I head towards the door, my best friend, Terrin, falling into step beside me. We cross the threshold of the classroom in silence, right before the bomb that is Terrin, exploded. “How the heck are we supposed to write THAT?!” I glance at Terrin, smirk, and shake my head. “I don’t know, we’ll figure something out, we always do. I think I’m going to
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I look at Terrin who was already falling into the plot of the TV show he was watching. I look at my laptop sitting on the table, I reach out and grab it.
I write a story filled with so many different emotions, all about Lindsay. The story that would have happened, had I apologized that day. “Black Raincoat” was the title. It included of the emotions I would have felt for the girl in the black raincoat, had I chosen something else that crucial day. By the end of the story, I had tears running down my cheeks. I run the paper through a proofreading site before printing it off. I was ready for Friday, when the paper is due.
When Friday rolled around, Terrin and I spent the day at work, my paper weighed on my mind the whole day. Is my teacher going to think I’m a jerk for writing about this poor girl who just died of cancer? Are my classmates going to think I’m cruel? Or uncaring? Finally six thirty rolled around and we headed to our night class.
After the last of my classmates shared their stories about color, the teacher stands and proclaims, “Next person to share their writing is…. Lyle
I look at Terrin who was already falling into the plot of the TV show he was watching. I look at my laptop sitting on the table, I reach out and grab it.
I write a story filled with so many different emotions, all about Lindsay. The story that would have happened, had I apologized that day. “Black Raincoat” was the title. It included of the emotions I would have felt for the girl in the black raincoat, had I chosen something else that crucial day. By the end of the story, I had tears running down my cheeks. I run the paper through a proofreading site before printing it off. I was ready for Friday, when the paper is due.
When Friday rolled around, Terrin and I spent the day at work, my paper weighed on my mind the whole day. Is my teacher going to think I’m a jerk for writing about this poor girl who just died of cancer? Are my classmates going to think I’m cruel? Or uncaring? Finally six thirty rolled around and we headed to our night class.
After the last of my classmates shared their stories about color, the teacher stands and proclaims, “Next person to share their writing is…. Lyle