The Writer's Curse

Light flashed before my eyes.

I hated the sunshine at 7 a.m.

My eyes squint as I peer around my room. The light shade of blue, made me smile, reminding me of the pleasure of dreaming, and never waking.

I grabbed my notebook from my side table, and snatched my lucky pen. I wrote in my book a new part of my story I had been writing since I was five, but never kept track of:

Mother, though a poor woman, was made the happiest in the world. And clever sister, had no plans for a month, and was to spend it with her older sister...

I paused. I would have to change that, later. I swung my legs off the bed, and the cold rush of morning, made my skin crawl. I slipped on a simple sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I threw my long bronze hair in a messy bun, that sat atop my head.

I had studied all of last night, keeping in my mind that FCAT was next week, and it was nearing the end to my 7th grade year. I fell asleep, forgetting the time's value, and escaping to my imagination.

" I will be just fine." I told myself. But my mind rejected the thought. My happy expression faded. " Well...." I said to myself " And the torture begins...." And I was off to school.