short story

nicole

i quickly slip a pepper mint in mouth before pulling out my binder.

my bundle of stories, blurbs, feelings...today i felt like writing of a girl that wanted attention but didnt recive it and ended out turning to her close friend for comfort. But i just couldnt focus on the polt line or the setting or what that story really is.

We need more money for you to go to college. If you really do want to become a writer figure something out.

The words repeat again and again to remind me of the dreams that will never come true. Money should have never been made. It creates greed, regret, and other emotions that feed off of money.

I feel a tear slip as i look at what i wrote. a girl reaches for a pencil but it escapes her finger tips rolling to the edge of a cliff, a new beginning. she looks behind her, good memories on shuffle. she crawls inch by inch snatching the pencil so it doesnt get away. brought to her feet she runs over the edge of her new beginning.

Maybe calling ashely wouldnt be that bad. talking at parties with guys would always seem to take my mind off of life.