My classes started this week. Well, two of them started this week. My Creative Writing class and my Social Psychology class. My World Mythology class and Human Growth and Development class don't start until september 10th. At that point I will be a whole lot busier!
For my Creative Writing class, I had to write about a "scene" of a moment of tension. I have gotten a lot of good feedback from my classmates and a few people from Facebook have expressed that they would like to read what I wrote. So I figure, "Why not put my writings on my blog so people can read them?" So that is what I am going to do. So my "scene" or short story or moment or whatever you want to call it is going to be posted right here for all to read! Keep in mind, it is rather short. It had to be 100 words or more. This is a bit scary for me because I never let anyone read my stories, except for my best friend Courtney! So here it goes!
The Next Day
The day
started off like any normal Saturday. Sleeping in. Rolling out of bed and
stumbling down the stairs and straight to the coffee pot. Pouring a hot cup.
Adding a half spoonful of sugar and a splash of caramel macchiato creamer. Taking
the hot cup of coffee and moving from the coffee nook to the main counter, she
walked in. The animosity between us was so intense, you probably could have
taken a knife and tried to cut it. The problem was, the tension was so thick
that it would be more like trying to saw through a hockey puck with a dull
knife.
Secretly I
was hoping things would be a little less tense. Of course I don’t know why I
was hoping that, seeing as the nasty things that were said were from her. Grant
it, I did say some hurtful things, but not anywhere near the degree she did.
She got
what she needed and left the kitchen as fast as physically possible. I grabbed
my coffee and went to the TV room thinking she went to the other living room. A
hunting show was on so I automatically thought nobody was in there. Much to my
dismay, I was wrong. I tried to keep my cool and not let her see my surprise. I
held my head high and strode confidently over to the recliner on the opposite
side of the room and sat down. Looking at her from the corner of my eye, she
had a look if surprise on her face that I would dare to be in the same room as
her highness.
A
triumphant little smirk crawled across my face as she huffed her irritation and
stormed from the room, I was not about to let her make me feel inferior in my
own home. After all, she was a temporary guest until she could find her own
place to live. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels as I
happily sipped on my cup of coffee.
