Tomorrow in English class we're having one of those things where we can just read stuff we've written to the class.
I'll probably read (or let someone else read) my 'Fantasy' poem, the one I got in the literature magazine for the Woods of Brent.
Maybe the story about the little girl on Christmas... that was a sad one.
And it it's not too long, maybe the true story about when Elizabeth and I got stuck in the park when parts of Hurricane Alex was coming over us... That was fun, and a lot of people like that one. I think it's on this blog somewhere. Last summer, I think. (2010 summer.)
