Why Creative Writing 212 Is Corrupting Me
I finally have the t-shirt I’ve been waiting for.
It is so funny,
I have to show my friends.
There they all are.
“Hey guys, check out my new t-shirt!
They all look at me with puzzled expressions.
Why aren’t they laughing?
I pull the bottom of the t-shirt away from my body and look down.
Wait a minute,
That’s not right,
It’s just a big blur.
I raise my hand to my face and give myself the finger.
My hand is blurred too.
I look down again,
I’m not wearing any pants
Luckily he is blurred out too.
The blur is spreading up my arms and down my legs.
I look in a mirror.
The blur has covered my mouth and is creeping up my face.