WHAT WAS I THINKING???

i wrote this last night, because it was an assignment for english. i liked it last night, but i just read it, and it's JUNK. what on earth was i thinking? OMFGZ i'm going to get the worst grade ever, it doesn't even make sense when applied to the assingment! i am dumb, i am so dumb.

The old musty shirt stuck to her rib cage, the beads of sweat accumulated from two hours of strenuous physical activity serving as the uncomfortable adhesive between her aching body and the once soft cotton. The glaring sun poured through the filthy car window as a hand tapped in anxious impatience against the steering wheel. Forty minutes and traffic was over, the ivy covered house stretched across the insect and mud stained front window of the slightly oil diabetic mini-van. By the smell of the house she could tell that it would be another one of those babysitting days—the heat from the hairdryers, the clacking of the heels, a whisper for an earring, the aroma of cote d’azure perfume floating across the mirrored bathroom. They left and now it was just the children and her. Two beastly whiny things with gaps in their front teeth but more love and bravery pulsing through their veins than the ally fighters of World War II. Outside to play. It seemed that someone was crying, though all she heard were the wind-tossed trees . The rough cement scratched her bare legs as she watched the children run in circles, ants climbing up broken barked twigs. Sunlight filtered through the sinew branches of the old oak tree hugging her in the slowly dimming light of a late springs evening. Lazy dragonflies filtered in and out of the patio, their wings dangled like golden thread . The smell of newly cut grass and the humidity only premature summer could deliver allows the dreaming unexplored parts of her mind to suddenly be exposed.



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