For Two weeks Spiky was in the sun.
Now, indoors eating a cinnamon bun,
She checks all of the footage.
It takes days to match up the sound.
A few months being homebound.
Spiky figures out how to do the animation.
She tries to learn online, but it takes a lot of patients
And determination.
Her siblings yell through the apartment,
"Get your laundry!"
She folds her clothes unfondly.
"I don't want to do this," she pouts.
"Editing is so much work."
"That's filmmaking. Not everything about it is fun,"
Her brother spouts.
"Why don't you get a job?" Her sister asks.
"I rather do what I want
Than do boring tasks."
"Then don't complain," her brother strains.
Spiky picks up her folded clothes
And leaves the room.
"Back to editing."
Note: Sorry for not posting last week. I was away. To make up for it I will post two chapters.
See you next Friday!
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
