Today, I decided to write a story. I decided to write a story about one day of my life. It wasn’t a very good day, but it’s a start. See I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but most good writers draw from life experience to write their stories. However this is something I have very little of. So I decided to write about one little, annoying, frustrating thing that happened to me today, to see if I can make a good story out of it.

I begin my story with a seemingly average day. It was a nice Friday afternoon in June, and I just got off school for the day. This was the last weekend before the last week of school and I was quite eager to taste the freedom that would soon be mine for a whole two months. I quickly changed and got ready for my second day of work at my new job, delivering papers. You may think this is a crappy job for a high school student, and believe me, it is. 

I’d rather not have a job at all. I told my mom that I didn’t want to waste my time working away at some pointless job, just to earn some pitiful amount of pay, that I could then go blow on junk food at the nearest continence store. However she insisted, and told me that I’d have to find some kind of work and she didn’t care what it was. Now obviously not too many places that offer decent, non-slave labour jobs are going to higher a sixteen year-old girl with average school grade and no work experience.  So I decided to instead look for the least time consuming job I could find, and I found it. This paper route only had to be delivered once a week and I only agreed to do this from now until, the end of the summer.

I started walking along the route, delivering one paper to every house that was on my list. I started to see that this wouldn’t be so bad. I only had twenty houses and they were all within two blocks of my house. By the end I was getting so used to it I was barley paying attention to what I was doing. That was a smart idea. Why I felt the need to not pay attention to my house list and try to go off of memory on only my second day doing it was beyond me. When I was all done I started to head home and looked at my house list one last time, just to double check, or I guess just check. No surprise that I found almost every house to be wrong.