3 - 5 page story

The days grew warmer as the summer band program came to a close. Most of the other kids waited for their parents to come, but me, I wandered around out back until everyone had left. I'm a solitary guy like that I guess. The forest was showing little signs of life other than the occasional bird chirping or an lizard running by. Today was different though. As I meandered my normal route, everything seemed to look out of place. Right away, and to the normal eye, nothing was different. But walk the trail every day like me, and you start to notice the differences. Like, the path was worn down differently than last week. Or the trees looked as though hands had been there frequently. the likelihood of someone else being in my part of the forest was very unlikely, but it seems all too real. A small trail, highly unused, cut away from the path most traveled and headed dead into the thick of everything. I don't have a curfew, I thought to myself, so I'll take it. Well of course I'll take it, I'm a teenage boy who never gets any adventures. Ill take the small victories. The deeper I got into the forest, the more light I saw. I figured my brain was just playing tricks on me until I reached the source of the light. Some solar power freek must have decided this was a great spot to set up his factory, which is what I thought until I looked closer. It had been an solar power factory, like twenty years ago. Now it just looked like hobos lived here or something. The immense flood light shined brightly even now at noon. Flashed of darkness filled the clearing, but only for a second at a time.

Sue Monk Kid

The one book I could read over and over again would have to be The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kid. The way she wrote the book was great and inspiring. She used great and discriptive wording to show what the main character was going through.

The way she wrote protrayed a clear picture in your mind. There was no room for error on the part of the reader. Similar to the article we read on the first day of class, where we imagined the table covered in red cloth. The cage with a whiter rabbit in it, and even the number on its back. Sue Monk Kid left no room for error and painted the clear picture of the peach farm where the main character lived. She was very detailed in how she describbed everything she wrote. Her words were clear and unmuddy. She was very clear and very interesting.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Secret_Life_of_Bees

August 20

I really can't believe that school has started, I'm a senior, and school is much longer than I remember. I also truely dislike capitalizing my letters, and adding apostrophies.