A New Story, Same Book
As time goes on, so does life fly by. It’s like, you blink and poof it’s ten years later. I never in my wildest dreams, could have dreamed that my life would be my life. I don’t know if that even makes sense, but it did in my head. If I could write my own life story, there would be so many changes. My papers would look like the ones we did in English class, you know, when you would get your papers back corrected from the teacher and everything is pretty much crossed out in red ink with her/his little notes and comments on the side. Well, at least that’s the way I remembered it. Only because I would do my assignments half ass. I was just stubborn like that, even though English was my favorite subject. I loved to write any and everything thing, so to fail on purpose was just me being a knuckle head. In my new story I would still have the same two kids, just later in life and closer together because they are thirteen years apart and they fight like they’re both two years old. They don’t get along for nothing. So, they would be like best friends in my new story and have the same dad. I wouldn’t be a bazillionaire, that’s so cliché. But I would be wealthier. I’d travel more and see the world like never before. So many things I would do differently. *huge sigh*. I could sit here all day and write my new story but I don’t want to bore you any more than I probably already have. Anyway, if you could rewrite your life, what would your new story be?