Erm (yeah, always a great way to start a sentence) I didn't really know what to write about this week so I decided to put up a story I wrote in school when I was twelve. We were learning about gothic fiction and had to write our own stories.
It's just a shame that this was never marked. The red pen corrections were done by me, as homework. I think I even finished the story as homework that I gave myself, because I'm sure no-one else in my class finished their story. It wasn't given a title back then and I don't feel as connected to my twelve year old self to presume to know what it would have been, so I'm leaving it untitled. I hope you can read my handwriting.
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| Ignore the blank rectangle, I just edited out the story plan... |
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| About the margin... The girl I sat next to and I had some sort of pen fight on each other's work. |
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| I hate this ending. It makes me cringe. If I was writing this now, Zela totally would have killed Damian without thinking twice about it. The ending doesn't even make sense, Past Terri! I blame the influence of Disney. |
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