"Hey Jack," Carrie exclaims as I stroll into her house. I ask her what's wrong. "I need some help with this story I'm writing. I was hoping you could help." "I don't write." I tell her flatly. "I know, I just need some help with some characters. Please? It'd mean a lot to me." I realize then that she has really beautiful eyes. I nod and she smiles and takes me to her room. It seems too quiet. Carrie says that her brother is the most obnoxious person one could think humanly possible. He must not be home. We get into her room and sit down at her desk. "I want the story to be about a teenage girl that gets into some trouble but pushes through it." Her name should be Zoe. She should be proud and bold but have a side to her that is sensitive and volnurable. She should be sarcastic and loud and a bit strange but that's what people love most about her. "That's so perfect! I love it!" Carrie exclaims and hugs me tight. She feels warm. She smiles and I smile back at her. "Thank you do much Jack. I was having a real block." It's no problem I tell her. We go into the kitchen and eat some cookies. After a while I have to go. I make sure Carrie keeps me informed about the story and she says that she'll ask me if she needs anymore help. I feel good. Better than I have in a while. ~
Yay! Jack! I really like the story, it's really nice, I like the main character, you can feel real sympathy for him. I also like his situation, this can be easy to relate to. Good job Jack, keep at it
Sorry for the late update guys. I'll try not to let it happen again On my way back home from Carrie's house, I stop in at a fast food joint and order some food. I'm inside because the drive through line was super backed up and I kinda have to pee. I'm standing in line when i notice these two guys outside are walking up to a woman in her early twenties. She's on her phone, talking to someone. The guys walk up to her. One grabs her hands while the other takes her purse. Before she can scream I'm outside next to the guys. I try to grab one but he knocks me aside and runs. The other guy is stopped by a large man who, forcefully, punches him in the face several times. The other one gets away. I sit on the curb that I was thrown upon. I'm upset and angry at myself. "Jack?" An unfortunately familiar voice calls. I turn around to see Mary. "You let him get away. You're such a loser! Why didn't you stop him?" The overall mutter from the crowd of people that are around doesn't help either. I run. I get in my car. I drive home. I let him get away.
I get home and run to my room. I lay down on my bed and stare at the circling for what feels like forever but is really only a minute. Now I wait even longer so that it has been forever. Why didn't I do something? Everyone thinks Im a weak little loser. Why won't this ever end? I sit up and start pulling my hair as hard as I can without tearing it out. I don't cry but I am shedding tears. I'm tired of being pushed around and mistreated. I'm done with it.