I woke up in the corner of my room where I had made a small bed on the floor last night, for the second time. I remembered the reason why I slept on the floor and looked over towards my bed to see the boy still sleeping. I got up and changed his bandages and moved his stuff and the towels from in the washer to the dryer. After I finished putting everything into the dryer and starting it, I went back into my room to grab my writing assignment that was assigned in class yesterday and I went downstairs to write.
After looking around the house to make sure nobody was home, I sat on the couch in the living room, trying to think of what to write. We weren’t given a specific topic to write about and that’s what stumped me. I work better when I’m told what genre to write at least. After a couple minutes I started writing, not even coming up with an idea to write about. I didn’t even think about what I was writing, I just put the pencil to the paper and it was like my hand knew what to write without me thinking. It was as if I was in a trance. …show more content…
While I was reading through it, and making corrections, a certain word jumped out at me. “Demon”.
I didn’t even remember writing it. I didn’t remember writing any of this. Before I could even think twice about it, I heard the stairs creak behind me and someone swear under their breath. I turned around quickly to see if my dad was home, but it was only the boy.
"I see you're finally awake. You had me worried when I found you in the park. I thought you were dead at first, but then you started breathing. I’m glad that you’re not dead, I wouldn’t know what to do if you died. I mean, I wouldn’t know what to do with you. Sorry I’m rambling, it’s good to see you awake." I say with a small smile, nervous that I might have weirded him out with my rambling and if he understood me talking a mile a
After looking around the house to make sure nobody was home, I sat on the couch in the living room, trying to think of what to write. We weren’t given a specific topic to write about and that’s what stumped me. I work better when I’m told what genre to write at least. After a couple minutes I started writing, not even coming up with an idea to write about. I didn’t even think about what I was writing, I just put the pencil to the paper and it was like my hand knew what to write without me thinking. It was as if I was in a trance. …show more content…
While I was reading through it, and making corrections, a certain word jumped out at me. “Demon”.
I didn’t even remember writing it. I didn’t remember writing any of this. Before I could even think twice about it, I heard the stairs creak behind me and someone swear under their breath. I turned around quickly to see if my dad was home, but it was only the boy.
"I see you're finally awake. You had me worried when I found you in the park. I thought you were dead at first, but then you started breathing. I’m glad that you’re not dead, I wouldn’t know what to do if you died. I mean, I wouldn’t know what to do with you. Sorry I’m rambling, it’s good to see you awake." I say with a small smile, nervous that I might have weirded him out with my rambling and if he understood me talking a mile a