I have a gift. The gift of writing. I don't know how I do it, but words just fly from my fingers. I can look at a spoon and suddenly be able to write a 9 page story that has a spoon in it. My gift could be a good thing or bad. If I have to write something that could fit only a certain amount of space, I may write 3 times as much as a regular person would. Writer's block doesn't happen often to me. I may write a beginning, not like it, and do another one. All I have to do is think.
I'm a quiet girl, but I don't think I write so much because I don't say much. I think it's because I have an unusual imagination. I can see myself 1 inch tall, floating on water in a spoon. Then having a wave crash on me, and then I fall off the spoon and deep into the water. Then I find the drain and pull the plug and all the water comes rushing down and I almost get sucked in...if I didn't grab onto the bar of soap floating around. Then I'd be saved.
See, I just told you a whole story, right on the spot. I didn't even plan that. It's like my fingers have a mind of their own. Their own words and stories that just need to be let out. It's sometimes scary, how I can turn a one paragraph essay into a one page essay.
But enough about my writing. I just want to let you know writing can be a dangerous thing. How? Well, listen to my story and find out.
My name is Scarla. I'm just known by that. My friend, Meppy, was the only person who knew I was an awesome writer. But she never took advantage of the fact...until we got the Homework. At our school, our work to do at home is Work-a-Home. The Homework is much, much more terrifying. We have to write 10 pages on any subject we want. It could be about fire, birds, trees, grass, toes, you name it! And no one ever got an A+ on it. Most kids actually got F's. But they never met me: Scarla.
Now, you know I love writing. So I was done completely with the 10-page essay in one week. This Homework was due for 3 weeks. I wrote it, rewrote and rewrote before I got it just right. But Meppy wasn't even done with the 1st sentence. Most kids haven't even started. So, once Meppy found out, I guess she got an idea.
"Hey, Scarla. I was just wondering if you could do my 10 page Homework. You could do it on the computer so she won't recognize your hand-writing. I'd like it to be about lip-gloss," said Meppy. Meppy was my friend. My best friend. My only friend. I couldn't say no to my best friend! Most people can't. So I said, "Sure, Meppy. It'll be done by next week." She just smiled and walked home.
"Oh, my gosh! Scarla! How did you write 10 pages about stinking lip gloss! I didn't even think it was possible! Oh, Scarla! I am going to love you forever for this! Thank you!" said Meppy. I smiled, weakly. I still didn't feel right about doing this. I also shouldn't have given Meppy her well written report on lip gloss at school, where everyone could hear her.
"Scarla? You wrote a 10 page paper on lip gloss? For, Mippy?" said the most popular, and dumbest, girl at school, Riveta. I smiled weakly and said, "Yes, I did, Riveta. And her name is not "Mippy" it's Meppy." Riveta was flipping through the 10 pages I wrote about lip gloss. She was nodding at a lot of the stuff I wrote and "hmm"-ing in approval, although I highly doubt Riveta could understand any of it.
When she was done, she looked at me, all cute and asked, "Hey, Scarla. I wanted to do a 10 page report about shoes. Do you think you could do that for me? If you do a good job, I'll let you and Meppy sit at the popular table whenever you want." I thought about this. If I say no to Riveta, she'll have her mean friend, Kilu, come after me and taunt me for as long as I live. If I say yes, Riveta will basically give us a ticket to popularity. And Kilu will have to deal with it! I decided "yes" was a better answer so I told Riveta, "I'd gladly do that for you. But, I can only think about your friend, Kilu. What if she finds out that she has to work super hard on her report and you'll be done, with a ton of free time. Kilu will want a good grade and won't have time for you." I smiled at Meppy. She looked at me for a minute before she realized what I was doing. Kilu would promise to never ever be mean to us no matter what. That's how a girl named Lisku got Kilu off her back. One day, Lisku accidentally stepped on Kilu's pencil, and Kilu was really mad. She would push Lisku's work on the floor and stomp all over it. But, Lisku decided Kilu might get off her back if she did her work-a-home for a week. Kilu was pleased and got all A's. Then Lisku was never bugged by her again.