Let’s have some fun. It’s been awhile since I’ve given you a writing
prompt. Here it is: The minute I did it
I knew I was in trouble…
Keep it to around 200 words. Here’s what I wrote.
Can’t wait to see yours in comments.
The minute I did it I knew I was in trouble. You don’t tell
your mama to shut up and get away with it. Not my mama anyway. She whipped
around faster than the dog chasing its tail and whacked me a good one right
across my face. It stung worse than a
billion bees and left a big old red mark.
“What’s that on your face?” Addy asked.
Addy found me crying in my apple tree. It’s my thinkin’
place, the place where I go when I hate mama. And right now, I’m hatin' her
good. I only told her to shut up because she was yammering about me being dumb.
I’m tired of being dumb. I want to be smart. Like Addy. That’s what mama says,
anyway. Addy’s smart; I’m not.
