In the spirit of Eric's most recent blog, which gave a window into the pasts of John and Travis, I have decided to do the same for myself. Behold one of many works from second grade:

The Lost Cause

Dark. It was so bone-chillingly dark in that room.

But there was no way out, except to venture out into the room beyond. That room had nothing but a small window, which let in a small sliver of moonlight that creeped slowly along the floor with the passage of time. I would sneak a glance every minute or so, count each floorboard as the light left it and moved to more promising pastures.

My heart beat in my ears with such a ridiculous fury that I knew if I stuck two pins in, I would bleed out completely. I couldn't stop it though; I just didn't have the control, the discipline, to calm myself as the horror approached.

It was unnamed and invisible. I had faced it countless times in the past, but every time, just before it dealt me a finishing blow, existence would blink out, only to begin again much later.

He came not long after the moon had finished with seventeen boards. I should have felt nervous or scared but I didn't. I just turned around. Suddenly a violin quartet pitched itself into furious crescendo. Existence had reset. I sat awake in bed once again.

Fin.

Now wasn't that something? I must say, I was a cute little bugger.

And that's all for now, folks. Never mention past misdeeds, always aim to fulfill past promises, and stop killing the damn squirrels, you sicko. Hasta la byebye.