Personal Narrative

‘...and remember students, your short story is due on Monday’. I lifted my head from the desk and turned to my friend who was sitting beside me. “Ah shit, that’s due. Have you done it yet?”

“Nah, but I can spit out 800 words in about an hour, and it doesn’t go towards our marks so I don’t care” I looked at him and grunted, “Sure” I said. The bell rang, the day was over and it was time to go home. Of course, being the type of person I am I did not do the short story the moment I got home, but rather leave it, pushing it to the back of my mind. It was not till two days later, Sunday (the day before the story was due), that I even thought about it. I wondered to myself ‘what am I going to do’. I thought and thought but nothing came to mind. I

A sentence that should have read as “Long ago in a galaxy far, far away” was ‘fixed’ to “Thong ago in a mars bar far, far a gay”. I don’t even understand how that happens, but it was frustrating. At 473 words I give up. I throw my phone on the bed and just lay there. “I don’t care about the story, I don’t care if I lose marks, I’m sick of this!” I yell to myself. I bury my face in the sheets of my bed. I wake up a couple of hours later. It is now 7:30. “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap” I repeatedly mutter under my breath. “I’m screwed tomorrow”. The powers on again, I leap onto the computer and start typing away. I start a new story using parts from my phone and anything I could remember from my computer. I tap the keys on the keyboard furiously, determined to get this done within the next hour, but at the 607th word mark I lose track. I’m stuck, I don’t know how to finish the story now. I sit there, hands in my face. I don’t know what to do, so I give up. Well, I say I ‘give up’ now, but at the moment I told myself, “Maybe if I wait for a bit something will come up! I’m sure I just need give my mind a rest”. Being the smart person I am I ‘rested’ my mind by playing video games.