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i had to write a short story for english, and i ended up really liking it. so i'm gonna post it and i'd really appreciate any opinions you have on it, good or bad. thanks all!
The alarm clock sings its piercing song, and I am once again ripped, brutally from my peaceful dreams. Knowing that returning to my dreams is not an option I rise from bed. Walking to the window I watch as the sun rises through the pale sky, as I pull my hair into a sloppy ponytail. After breakfast Momma and I began the strenuous task of cleaning out the attic. I ascend the rickety ladder into the musty attic. As I moved the final stack of old dusty boxes I hear a soft thud. Setting the boxes down I turn my attention to the tiny object that rest on the dusty floor. Wiping away the thick layer of dust, I was captivated by the tiny red book, which upon closer examination I found to be a diary. I swiftly placed the diary in my back pocket, and descended the stairs. Curious to discover the secrets of this diary I made my way to my secret hiding place. Surrounded by the flourishing oaks and maples, I sit without delay on the plush blanket of emerald grass. The warm summer breeze blows through my hair, whipping it around my face, as I read the entries one after the other. I was soon lost in a world of the past. As I closed the book I was brutally ripped from the fascinating world which I had become a part of for the day. Questions were now burning like a wild fired through my mind, my pace quickened. I ran through the screen door and Momma‘s eyes met mine, there was a mixture of fear and confusion twisted in her ageing face. “Momma,” I whispered “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”