Okay, one thing about me is that I hate to be told mean things. I had that happen when my English teachers says ...you are a wonderful writer..... and then later on in the note she wrote she put maybe you should try something other than writing... It really does not intrugue a person to the wording...... She gave me this note because I asked her to read my story. Which started something like this :
John throws a snowball at my hair as soon as mine meets his chest. I duck to avoid it but am too late , as the small glacier, hits my face and I fall into the snow covered London streets, a smile playing on my thin lips, revenge going through my almost frozen mind.
So when I read what Mrs French wrote about my story, it took everything I had not to walk up and throw it away. So instead of throwing it in the garbage , I ripped the folder and the story up in two. I sat in class sighing for the rest of the period.