I open my laptop into a new document and type my name in the top right corner.
How does she expect us to write these fantastic stories? We're not English majors for a reason.
Aw come on you can do it babe.
I look back down at my computer and furrow my eyebrows together staring at the words on my page.
I mumble to myself, "I don't remember writing that?"
Just as,
Yeah, I did.
pops up on my screen.
"What the hell."
Shocking I know, but let us skip the whole confusing and freaking out thing though and jump to the good part. What do you say?
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten «m.c.»
FanficAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
