yay. this is the second day in a row my mother has made me cry before breakfast was even over, and no one wants to read my story about my dad’s cancer that i poured my freaking heart into.
yay.
i’m loved.
So here’s a story I wrote. It was inspired by my dad’s cancer. I wrote it because my lit teacher was making the whole class enter a contest, and I had just found out about his cancer and it was all I could think about, so it only seemed right to make my story about him. I didn’t know if it was good or not, but I guess it’s okay because I actually ended up winning.
I know no one looks at my blog or reads these things but it would mean a lot if you’d just look at it and maybe give me an opinion on it? This story means so much to me so it would mean a lot if someone gave me their opinion.
oh and the story is called “Corridors”
