In Creative Writing, we were forced to write a scary story. They had a Halloween program that they were doing at the high school, and they needed something to entertain the audience in between scenes. So, we were forced to do so. My teacher could only pick five stories to go in the play, so it was the usual: Many will enter, few will win. The surprising thing is, I got picked. :)
At the program, I had a little trouble finding my teacher, but it still went okay. When I went on, I did my part perfectly. Everyone cheered and gave me a standing ovation. Then they all bowed down on their knees and worshiped the ground I walked on. . . . . . .Okay, my hand shook, I lost my spot on my paper, and I stuttered. But it all went well anyways 'cause I got ice cream afterwards.
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