Creative Learning-Personal Narrative
Before 7th grade, I never actually believed in bad things. I just didn't think of them as things that actually happened to people. I don’t even know why I thought that, I was actually a pretty nice person. I had a somewhat unremarkable life, except for my mom being gone. I didn’t and still don’t know how she died. I lived with my dad and my bratty 7-year old brother in the suburbs. Life was hard sometimes, but I got through it. Eventually it came to the first day of school yet again. It was a typical first day of school. Rushing to get ready, finding the perfect outfit, cliche first-day-of-school pictures. When I got to school, everything was normal. Life was good. But, in a weird class I had called “Creative Learning”, we were given an assignment. It wasn’t a normal assignment. We had to write a horror story, and we were going to go tour an abandoned and supposedly haunted mill to “get our creative juices flowing.” At least, that’s how my teacher put it. I had read up a lot on paranormal things, but I really didn’t get into this whole paranormal or horror scene. It just didn’t make any sense. I had never been that creative, I was a very rational person before it happened. Horror
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I was very weak. It said “Have you learned your lesson?” I couldn’t answer it. It said again, louder, more assertive this time, “I said, have you learned your lesson?” “Yes,” I replied in a feeble voice, even though I didn’t actually know what lesson I was supposed to have learned, “yes I have, now can you please help me? I need to get out of here.” I was extremely doubtful of the snake actually helping me, seeing as it had inflicted the damage, but surprisingly enough it said, “Fine, you may go.” I was so relieved, until it said “.....but if I let you go, I require
I was very weak. It said “Have you learned your lesson?” I couldn’t answer it. It said again, louder, more assertive this time, “I said, have you learned your lesson?” “Yes,” I replied in a feeble voice, even though I didn’t actually know what lesson I was supposed to have learned, “yes I have, now can you please help me? I need to get out of here.” I was extremely doubtful of the snake actually helping me, seeing as it had inflicted the damage, but surprisingly enough it said, “Fine, you may go.” I was so relieved, until it said “.....but if I let you go, I require