My teacher told me he thinks I should look into taking creative writing courses.
Something about the local college having, some available. He gave me a form for it and everything.
I told Jake about and he acted like it was a big deal, I told him it wasn't.
"You could turn out to be a writer or something!"
He yelled in the hallways I told him to keep his voice down and he just smiled saying we had to celebrate this.
"There's nothing to celebrate,"
"Whatever, I'll pick you up later tonight."
