The beat of the drum matched my heart. My feet matched the person beside me. My uniform was beginning to become hot. My hair was in a tight ponytail under my hat. We walked on the sidewalk out to the field and when I looked side to side I saw people laughing, and pointing. They were mocking all our hard work. Sometimes it made me angry. But, tonight, I wasn’t going to care.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ive had so much wrighters block you wouldent even know! i want to wright its just not happening. Any thoughts or suggestions? what usally cures the symton is reading but this story is off of true events so im at a loss. this is my first non fiction an im so lost. please comment on anything, suggestions? thankyou so dearly much!
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