yes. I remember it was a couple monthes ago. I was writing like a mad woman. It was on a Friday at school and I was bored as hell. So, taking out my notebook, I wrote and wrote. I didn't even do any work at school. I just ignored the teachers
. I wrote on the bus, at home,during the night, and in the afternoon my eyes hurt and my hand was throbbing. I really needed coffee, but instead I just fell asleep on my desk and woke up on Sunday
. What I'm really shocked by, is when I woke up and my story was gone! Then I looked in my closet and it had been torn by the kittens. How did they get it in there? I have no idea
. I think my story was about mutant chickens. Maybe It was for the best when my kittens murdered my story. As a matter of fact, I remember some of my story and It was, um how can I say, screwed up. No more writing about mutant chicken for me anymore. No sir!
*Gets coffee*