"Assumptions, Assumptions,"
Created | Updated Oct 29, 2007
This is a piece I wrote for power of the pen. In case you don't know what power of the pen is it is a creative writing competion where you have a prompt and have to include it in the story. The promt today was "Assumptions, Assumptions" Looking for extra feedback. Thanks.
Slam! the first punch was thrown. I watched in horror as the two teenage boys began to fight. Great. Just what the school needed, anouther rivalry. No one is gonna really get hurt, just two kids suspended, and a hassle for everbody. A teacher would come over to the high school bleachers, hear the grunts, punches, and yells and come over and break it up. I made a lot of assumptions. Assumptions, Assuomtions, sometimes they can be dead wrong.
The fighting had now reached the top of the bleachers. The very top. And then the bigger boy reached out his hand and, oh my god he's gonna push him!
"Hey! You boys what are you doing?! Get down here!" screamed the football coach. The fight was over.
Slam! the first punch was thrown. I watched in horror as the two teenage boys began to fight. Great. Just what the school needed, anouther rivalry. No one is gonna really get hurt, just two kids suspended, and a hassle for everbody. A teacher would come over to the high school bleachers, hear the grunts, punches, and yells and come over and break it up. I made a lot of assumptions. Assumptions, Assuomtions, sometimes they can be dead wrong.
The fighting had now reached the top of the bleachers. The very top. And then the bigger boy reached out his hand and, oh my god he's gonna push him!
"Hey! You boys what are you doing?! Get down here!" screamed the football coach. The fight was over.
