Between the Lines

My very bestest friend Kaitlyn and I are going to play a game. We'll alternate writing every few sentences to write a story. So here goes (starting with me):

Beads of sweat raced down her face and chest as she scrambled to free herself from the terror in the dark room. She looked around frantrically for another way out as the door knob rattled one more time. Zoey screamed in fear of her life and felt hopeless when cracks on the door began to appear from the serial killer's forced entry into the room. She glanced around one last time, and finding no way out, turned again towards the door and stood waiting...

Earlier that day...
It was the morning sun peeking through her curtains that first woke Zoey up on a warm summer's day. Of course she was ecstatic that school was finally out for the summer months but at the same time the thought of growing older upset her. She wanted to stay sixteen forever; she was shocked that she was practically a junior already.
Looking out her window, she thought about how young she really was. When she was in elementary school, juniors seemed so big and worldy, but really, she just felt naive. All of a sudden, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Zoey smiled at the ironic timing to make herself feel better, but in the inside she felt as if the sun she sought for comfort before was now burning her fragile body. She had always been known as the follower in her group of friends and had no idea how to respond to the invitation she just received.
"Zoey! Oh.my.god!!! Guess whose party I just got invited to?!! PEYTON JONES! She even said I could bring a friend so... we're in!!!!" Zoey flinched away from Ella's high-pitched squeal.
Ella and Zoey were best friends but different in so many ways, including their personalities. After several minutes of persuasion, Zoey hesitatantly agreed. She would later regret this life-changing choice.
The rest of the day passed uneventful until around dinnertime, when one short knock came at Zoey's door. Opening the door, Zoey came face to face with a short silver dress who, at first glance, looked like it would be short on a Barbie doll.
"Ummm... Ella?"
"ZOEY! What are you wearing? This is a high school party, you need to wear something else."
Zoey looked down at her soccer sweatshirt, faded jeans, and converse sneakers and didn't know what to say as her over-the-top friend gave her a look of disgust.
"Ugh, just follow me." Ella led Zoey into the bathroom off to the side and whipped out her makeup case that bulged with mascaras, eyeliners, and lipsticks foreign to Zoey. She felt like a mime caked with makeup and unable to express in words that she didn't want to go.
Ever since Ella got her drivers license a couple months ago, she had felt so independent and took Zoey everywhere. As they turned into the neighborhood it was apparent on which house was hosting the party.

Okay, we got bored. I wonder if you can tell who wrote which parts; we think that it's obvious. To be continued, eventually...

Takeoff

Here I am, starting my own blog. I am actually very surprised at myself for doing this because I’ve never enjoyed writing. Two classes that helped me change my mind: keyboarding and writers’ workshop.
I took keyboarding last year as a freshmen because I’ve always been horrible at typing. I remember fourth grade when we would go into the computer lab to learn to type and I was always the slowest. I tried so hard but my fingers just never touched the keyboard where I wanted them to go! We didn’t even do very much in the keyboarding class; I actually thought it was somewhat a waste of time because we only typed for the first half hour of class and then did nothing. Looking back now, I am so thankful I took that class, especially my freshmen year, because it really did improve my typing dramatically (I don’t even have to look at the keyboard!) and I made so many new friends with all the time to spare for the rest of class.
Writers’ Workshop was a class I took last semester and it really opened my eyes to all different types of writing: movie reviews, poetry, memoirs, short stories… I never enjoy the writing process, but just seeing my end results is amazing to me! Especially at times like this where I come up with one idea and thoughts just continue to pour out of my mind and through my fingers onto the page. I really discovered my (soon-to-be) love of memoirs in this class also. After having to write one on my own, I am so tempted to read one. Whenever I walk into a book store I see all the memoirs and how each author’s life is different, just by the cover. In this class I also read a book I chose called The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. It is now my favorite book because there is so much to think about. Alice Sebold has also written a memoir, so I can’t wait to read that as well.
So this is how my “finding pleasure in writing” began. As I grew, the timing was right for each class I took and together left me typing endlessly at my computer about nothing. This is just a little sample of all my never-ending thoughts, trust me!