Author's Notes: Silver Bullet - Chapter 2
Why won't you answer my emails? I send at least a dozen an hour, and I KNOW you've read them, because I log into your account and check your "read" messages. Stop ignoring me! What is it that I did to make you so angry? Was it the rabbit? The rabbit was too much, but I tried to make up for it. If you would just love me the way I tell you to love me, IT WOULDN'T HURT SO MUCH!
When I was in school, I had classes like "Spelling" and "Gym" and "Other Stuff." It was super hard. I learned about words like "paragraphing" and "run on sentences," but I never bothered with learning what they meant, because it was good enough that I had the words in my arsenal to throw in people's faces to show them just how damn smart I was.
This chapter expresses the full spectrum of my knowledge. Some stories tell themselves. This one didn't. I had to tell it, because I am the only one who can.
Your reviews have made me strong. PLZ keep sending them because only through them and your suggestions can I grow as a writer. What would I do without reviews? I only wish I could get some seriously nasty concrit from someone who really wanted to see me improve. What I need is a severe verbal lashing from a clearly superior intellect who can talk about how stupid I am to build up my writing confidence and make me write Just. Like. Them. Because everyone knows there's only one way to write, and there's only one group on this website that knows how to do it.
Up next in Silver Bullet, we go to Forks High School. I already have my gym uniform on. How about you?