so i'm writing..
k, well just thought i would add this lil' entry in..starting a short story..so i thought i'd put a little of it in here . . see if it sounds at all appealing. lol. try not to laugh too much, but it's gonna be fictional i might even end it the way i would want it to end rather then the way it probably will... anyway, yeah, that was confusing. but it's gonna be about this summer.. interesting, eh? k, here goes nothing...
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It started out in the yellow house - our winter of discontent. Only summer had just arrived. We were newly freed from our prison of school, but the real education was only beginning. Freedom offered opportunities. So we grasped it with both fists - tightly and without restraint. That summer also made us face decisions we had been unwilling to face until it was forced upon us. That time had now arrived. Our futures were at stake here. What would we end up doing with our lives? Who would we become? Well, all of us were about to find the answer to that exact question. And it took a diploma in our face to slap us back into the reality we had been avoiding for far too long. Choices had to be made and we were about to make them. Hopefully, they would be the right ones. But who really knew? I guess that's where the excitement in living is found - the unknown. Discovering for ourselves what life had to offer.
To begin with - yes, there is always a beginng, many in fact, in the course of life - but as I was saying ... the beginning. After graduation we had moved into the yellow house, a mere yard away from the school we had abhorred for four years. Yes, I know these decisions have to be gradual. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
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It started out in the yellow house - our winter of discontent. Only summer had just arrived. We were newly freed from our prison of school, but the real education was only beginning. Freedom offered opportunities. So we grasped it with both fists - tightly and without restraint. That summer also made us face decisions we had been unwilling to face until it was forced upon us. That time had now arrived. Our futures were at stake here. What would we end up doing with our lives? Who would we become? Well, all of us were about to find the answer to that exact question. And it took a diploma in our face to slap us back into the reality we had been avoiding for far too long. Choices had to be made and we were about to make them. Hopefully, they would be the right ones. But who really knew? I guess that's where the excitement in living is found - the unknown. Discovering for ourselves what life had to offer.
To begin with - yes, there is always a beginng, many in fact, in the course of life - but as I was saying ... the beginning. After graduation we had moved into the yellow house, a mere yard away from the school we had abhorred for four years. Yes, I know these decisions have to be gradual. Baby steps, people, baby steps.