Intro.
Hey wattpadders! This is a short story on when I questioned my skills. My writing skills. Enjoy!
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"Did they post it yet?!" I practically screamed to my friend Katie.
"Not yet girl! They will this afternoon though!" Katie playfully screamed back.
"I just wanna know now! You don't understand how much I wanna make it in!"
"I do too girl, calm down!"
"Okay", I whispered trying to calm down. The anticipation was eating me alive! I couldn't wait to see who got into the school's writing club, Power of the Pen. I tried out about a week ago, and they said the people who got in would be posted today. My two best friends tried out and we were all shaking with excitement together!
As the day went on, I still kept thinking of me getting into the club. I pictured myself at competitions with Katie and my other friend Claire. All of us sitting in a row, smiling and having the best time of our lives doing one of the things we love best. Writing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The lunch bell rang and I hopped out of my seat and bolted out of my study hall class. I stopped at my locker to grab my lunch bag, and as nimble as a mouse, went to see if the people were posted. My eyes searched left to right looking to see if the people were posted yet, and sadly they weren't. Maybe after lunch, I thought optimistically.
"KATIE! You said the Power of the Pen posts would be here by now!" I say acting upset, but I could never get upset at Katie.
"Girl! I don't know! I thought they were!" She exaggerates back.
"I talked to the office and they said that they would get a hold of Ms. LeGrand and tell her to e-mail the posts", Claire said trying to relieve us of our stress.
"Thanks Claire!" Katie and I both said spontaneously.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The bell rang and everyone scurried out of the lunch room to go to there next class. My next class was art so, I sprinted through the mob of people and got my art binder out of my locker.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! Right as I placed my foot in the classroom, I got in before the tardy bell.
"Okay class, we will be doing a clay project today!" My art teacher cheerfully exclaims. She passes out the clay, does a tutorial, and sends us off to work on our projects.
I hope I get in, I hope I get in! I plea in my head! I want this to be the one thing that I can try out for and make! I love writing so much!
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The bell rings once more, and I jump out of the classroom. I rush upstairs to my locker, grab my things for choir, and walk down the hallway.
I walk pass the library and see an unfamiliar paper. I walk back and read it from top to bottom. Power of the Pen students! I scan down the list and see Claire's name, then for alternatives I see Katie's name. But the most important name to me I don't see, mine.
I didn't make it in. I didn't make it in. I didn't make it in! A tear ran out of my tear duct, down my cheek. I know this was silly to get upset about, but this was the only club I wanted to get in.
I walked swiftly down the hall to my next class with that one tear still on my face. When I got to that class my attention span was zero, and my mind was not prepared to learn. I was brain dead with thoughts of failure.
A couple more tears fell out of my eyes as I was taking in the fact that my two best friends got a title on the team, and I didn't. My heart sank when it fully hit me. I guess I'm just not good at writing. Another set of tears shed from my almost blood shot eyes.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The last bell rang and I bolted out of the room. I headed for my locker and looked at the paper one more time. My name still wasn't on it. I sprinted for my locker this time and grabbed my book bag then left.
When I got home from school I saw my writer's notebook laying on the couch. I picked it up and teared a couple story's I had and threw it in the trash. Those story's probably aren't even good ones, I mutter in my head. Then I run for the couch and dive my head in a pillow, and take and afternoon nap.
"Sweetie, why is your writer's notebook in the trash?" My mom exclaimed in confusion, but she knew something bad happened at school.
"I didn't make the team!!!" I screamed and hopped to my room. I didn't feel like talking to people.
Bam bam bam! I heard a knocking at my door and second guessed if my mom should come in.
"Come in. . . " I mumble into my pillow.
"Sweetie, we need to talk about this", My mom states full of concern.
"Life doesn't center itself all around Elizabeth!" My mom said sarcastically.
"Mom, I understand that, but what if I am not even that good at writing?" I say trying to influence her that I am not such a good writer.
"Oh my gosh! How could you say that! You are one of the best writers I know!" She says with glee. I blush.
"Plus you have drama club, soccer, and school! Power of the Pen would've been way too much!" My mom persuades me. It works!
"Okay mom, I guess I don't need Power of the Pen!" I say giving my mom a great big bear hug.
"Here's this, my mom says pulling out my writer's notebook. Inside, the stories I ripped out, were taped piece by piece.
"MOM! Thanks!" I say smiling for the first time today.
I didn't make Power of the Pen, but I can still write and be good at it, I think in my mind. Then I smile.
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Hope you liked it! This story is based on my life! It didn't all work this way exactly, but some of the feelings were true. I'm glad my friends Katie and Claire, or katiejohnson__ and Chocolate101, got in the club and I will support them all the way!:)
