Day 22: “Chapter 1: The Beginnings. Writing is an art itself. It creates visual and auditorial images for anyone to enjoy. For years, humans have been imagining, CREATING, past their own-“ I skimmed through the book yet again. I was so very tempted to read it right now, but something held me back, like a little voice in m6 head saying “No! Not right now! Wait!” Oh well. There was something else going on anyways that was much more appealing to me. The SWC writing competition. I was very determined to win this for my cabin. I started writing some ideas down when Low entered my room. Luckily, the book was hidden in my bag. “Time for lunch.” She said. “Oh, thanks.” I closed my notebook, and followed Low to lunch. Mango and Star were already there, eating some sandwiches. They greeted me. “So.” Said Star excitedly, “Any leads on the camp?” Low shook her head. “I tried searching again. Nothing.” “What about you, Shar?” I looked up slowly from my sandwich. I was about to tell them about the book when my mouth spoke for me against my will. “No.” “Oh, ok.” Replied Star. I was shocked at myself. Why had I done that?
Based of SWC I’m late AGAIN nooooo.
