My mind is empty as I stare at the blank screen in front of me. I have so much to say but I don't know how to say it.
I write to express thoughts, feelings and emotions. Do I want to write a love story so I can try to explain how wonderful and complex and awful love is? Should it have a happy or sad ending? Should the story be about a high school couple finally getting married or maybe about a mother and daughter struggling to co-exist with each other? Or do I want to write about a fantasy world to try to express the need to escape from the trails of this life and try and find something a little more easier to handle but harder to explain?
Words start to form on the screen as my fingers dance across my keyboard. Words become sentences, sentences become pages, pages become chapters and soon I feel fulfilled. My stresses melt away and I can feel more relaxed when I see my characters interact with each other. Their lives are just started as mine feels like it's ending.
A dedicated teacher (Hilary Swank) in a racially divided Los Angeles school has a class of at-risk teenagers deemed incapable of learning. Instead of giving up, she inspires her students to take an interest in their education and planning their future. She assigns reading material that relates to their lives and encourages them all to keep journals.
I woke up to the dull aching throughout my body. I tried to sit up as slowly as possible. I looked down at my hands and see dried, cracked, red blood. My green Polo sweater was damp and darkened with blood. The worse part is I don't even know if it is my blood or someone else's. I tried so hard to remember what happened the night before but I can't. Trying to makes my head hurt even more. I felt like I have a mega hangover but I know it's much worse than that. It's a curse and I can't get rid of it.
Every night, at preciously 11:11 PM, I turn into a dragon and stay that way until 11:11 the next morning.