As I sat down into the plush sofa it felt like it was devouring me the farther I sank in. It felt safe but terrifying. I placed my leather notebook that I've been holding onto the hard wood table. I looked at Ms. Ashley as I opened the the leather cover to the first page.
"I did as you said and I wrote I wrote how I felt. Every single piece, emotion, all the ups and down. Everything that made me, me." I said to Ms. Ashley.
"I proud of you how does it feel to let it out and finally have it down on paper?" She asked.
"It feels amazing, it feels like it doesn't control me anymore like it used too. It used to drag me down and feel like I was carrying this enormous weight that I could never put down or it would crush the world. It felt like if I told someone everyone would run or that person would be crushed under the weight of the boulder because how serious and hard to deal with it is."
"I'm glad this exercise has helped you Lachlan."
"Same. I didn't know writing had the power to lift boulders into the air and crush them partly."
" I guess you have to have a way with words to bring the story to life to explain it in the exact way you intended to.
"Thanks, I guess I should let you read it now. The story of my life."
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Lost in the Past
Teen FictionThis is the story of a semi true story that I have shifted in some ways, but is still relevant. All the names of the the people are changed but the characters are based off of real people. This story does include mature content so please read at you...
