how i do a story (just so you know)

She set out, all thoughts of fear and scare gone. The snow fell on her eyelashes as she went to her friend’s house.

Now that’s how most stories start. Mine, though–it’s kind of different..

She set out, all thoughts of fear gone. She looked at the red house next to hers, glared at her friend, and threw a snowball. Bull’s eye. Her friend Amanda looked out, but she was gone. She had ducked between the old thorny rosebushes and threw one again. Amanda just threw her Eggnog cup at the window, shattering two glasses.


There. Now you know. So get used to it!