“Ok, that’s it for today. I’m looking forward to see what you have for me next week.” My writing teacher; Anne said. I gathered my things and put them nicely in my bag. “Hailey, can I talk to you?” I looked up and saw her sitting on her desk with her feet dangling.
“Yeah sure, what’s up?” I walked to the front of the room, crossing my arms in front of me.
“I enjoyed your paper.”
“Thank you. I had fun writing it.” I thought back to the assignment she gave to us two weeks ago.
“I didn't believe it though.” She said very matter of fact-ly.
“Oh.” Was all I said, I was very harsh on myself when it came to writing, in my mind writing was all I was good at, it was the only thing for me to do.
“I don’t believe that you've ever felt like that… I love the way you string your words together into beautifully crafted sentences but I just don’t believe what you are writing. Do you understand?” I looked at Anne and took in her features; she was very beautiful for a women in her fifties, her grey hair was pinned back leaving her face to be the main attraction.
“I think so.” I replied.
“The words you use don’t make me feel anything. There’s no emotion.” She paused for a second then continued. “Have you ever been in love Hailey?” I shook my head no. “That’s why. You don't have the love in you to write.”
“But I love writing, it’s my passion.” She let out a sigh then pushed herself off the desk so she was standing.
“It doesn't matter if you love to write, if you don’t have the emotion to go with it then it’s not going to be the best writing you can do. It’s like if I told you to write me something about a pilot flying a plane for the first time, you would write what you thought he would feel not what he does feel. You can’t write about something you haven’t experienced.” I didn't know what to say back so I just nodded my head. “You are a very talented writer, especially for being so young. You are in the top three of this class. I just want you to know the reason you aren't getting the grades you think you should.”
“I understand.” I smiled and then looked down at the ground. “Thank you.”
“No problem, now get out of here and write me something beautiful.” She put her hand on my shoulder and lightly pushed me. I walked out of the room and out the doors into the bright sunlight, it was a beautiful May evening with the sun shining and the the birds chirping, summer was right around the corner and I was ready to welcome it with open arms. I got to my car and plugged in my music. I was feeling for some Indie today, which usually made my mind wander and get me inspired to write. I drove to Starbucks so I could get a coffee and sit down and write down my thoughts. I forgot that it was a Friday evening and that it was usually packed in there, even if it was close to dinner time. That was the only thing I despised about the writing course I was taking; it started at 3 and ended at 5:30 meaning that by the time I got home I was too lazy to cook something so I would end up ordering in or going somewhere to eat dinner. I took the only empty seat I could find in the corner of the room and took out my notebook and started writing ideas for the short story I had to write for my writing class. I got stuck on giving the main character a name; that’s the part where I always got stuck when I wrote. I sat there throwing some names around in my head.
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Fanfiction"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters i...
