I decided to talk more about France, seeing as I LIVE here. In order to do this, I am going to post my journal entries.
November 18th, 2011
I woke up this morning to the quiet vibration of my alarm.
Tired and shaken from bad dreams, I longed to retreat back into sleep. I rolled over and quieted my iPod.
I opened my eyes, and realized I had drifted off again. I checked the time, and my heart skipped a beat.
I leaped out if bed like a deer.
I rushed around, getting ready, preparing for what lay ahead. In such a hurry, I forgot several of the most crucial parts of my mornings.
Sprinting downstairs in hope not to be late, I grabbed a cookie.
I snatched up my sack and jacket and rushed out the door.
My morning was a blur.
Before I even felt slightly awake, I found my self gingerly munching away at some sort of meat I could not name.
Excited for the weekend, I tried to stay conscious for the rest of school that remained.
So how was it?
Do I have any future as a writer?