Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4893169-20141227231837/@comment-4893169-20141230042122

I just redid the introduction and the beginning of the story.

Sometimes you may have really horrible days descending without any hint of warning. You wake up with a strong sense of foreboding; and you know that things will turn sour the moment you step outside. And yet on other days, everything seems to be going great until a sinkhole suddenly opens up while you were rollerblading or an elfin air ship crash-lands into your backyard, taking out your tree house.

As was typically the case, this particular descent into the abyss started out as a pretty decent day. I had just turned 14 that July and had also hit a growth spurt, going from a measly 4'8 to a petite 5'3". Next fall was high school where hopefully I won't get dumped in the special self-esteem class for sufferers of extreme shyness and other awkward geekiness. But I wasn't thinking about that at that moment. I was more concerned with upcoming camping trip and how I was going to spend it.