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[]creativity[]

Creative writing was the bridge that connected us. I didn't have the same period as her, but at least having the same class was something.

My teacher, Mrs. Sharon, believed in presentation; we had to present just about everything.

I always had to be mindful about what I wrote; I did not want to share my deepest secrets and personal experiences with just anyone.

But the class opened up my mind, and expanded it.

••••••••

One assignment in particular got me thinking about the future.

"You must write about your dream life, a realistic-looking life, and an unfortunate life," Mrs. Sharon explained.

Her piercing black eyes panned around the room, her glasses no longer shielding them. "Due tomorrow."

Immediately, the sound of backpack zippers, crumpling papers, and pens clicking filled the room.

I pulled a sheet of paper and began thinking.

My dream life?

I knew I was overthinking it.

"What are you writing about?" my friend Drey asked. His paper had invisible words all over it.

Wow, he sure works fast.

"Umm...." I hesitated, realizing there was no way I was about to reveal my idea to anyone. "I don't know."

I held up my paper and laughed. "Procrastination rules."

So I stuffed that paper in my backpack, and relaxed the rest of the period.

I knew what I was writing about.

A cozy house in Vancouver or Toronto. I'm an author. It is cold most of the year. The city is beautiful but not too overcrowded.

Best of all, I would be with her.

•••••••••

Mrs. Sharon's final assignment we had to turn in was a collection of writing, but I the date was coming up soon.

I was bed-ridden with the flu, my brain playing the drums all week.

As I painfully endured all the writing, I felt more an more inspired.

I was sitting outside, a portable table in front of me holding up my computer.

I thought about things that made me happy.

Writing.

Relaxing.

Not being sick.

Her.

The mental slideshow stopped right there, and I dedicated one of my pieces to her.

Under the hot sun, a boy slaves away; the sun punishing him yet healing him at the same time.

He just wanted one thing.

He wanted the ability to freeze time when he wanted to.