There’s so much that could be done, but how am I to decide? Openness is the greatest thing in the world, yet with it comes the greatest troubles.

What am I to do now? Well I’ve got a blog, might as well use it right? I should post on that everyday, try to get some traction on subscriber count.

…Right. I can do this.

…Just think of something.

Something.

Something.

So get this, I’m sitting here, and it’s 3AM, and I still haven’t gotten anything done. I’m a horrible wreck; my life feels like it could only go downhill from there. But you know what? If that’s the worst I’ve felt so far, then life couldn’t be that bad for me. I mean sure, I have issues. Maybe I’ve written sadistic stories involving burning people, and maybe I’ve been referred to a doctor, but what difference does that make?

I’m a guy, like any other guy, that wants to do something. But the difference is, I want to achieve something. But I’m still sitting there, wondering what to do with my life. I’m wondering, “What am I supposed to do? What do I want to do with my life?” Not that I’m looking for a job, I just wanted something that made me stand out from everyone. Once I hit high school, I was the same as everyone else, so I needed something else, something besides my cheery personality.

But what? What could a 14-year-old do? They can barely make money. They can barely get a job. No one is going to take them seriously. At that point, I realized that the internet was perfect! What better place to do something, young or old, than the internet? You’re just a name, and you don’t have to provide your age. So I decided to go with a blog.

But hey, what can I say? Things are turning out pretty good. So here I am, typing away at my keyboard. I still play games though, which is what most of my time is spent doing. Not that I’m not writing for Slice of Paper. It’s just I feel inadequate now, to run this blog.

Am I quitting? No.

Is a real story coming soon? Yes.

Serious? Yes.

Lies? No.

It was 8:44AM. The door had just shut behind me. A warm winter breeze blew across my face. Feeling happy and giddy, I looked at the time. I already missed two buses. The wind blew pitifully behind me, and I jumped to the road, hitting the ground running. Tile after tile of sidewalk fell out of sight as I raced down the cement path. Staring at the horizon, wishing I was already there, I ran even harder! By now I was practically picking myself up because I was tripping every step along the way! My legs were on fire, dashing down the hill! Am I gonna make it? Am I going to miss the next bus? Worries flooded my mind, but I kept running and running! I made it all the way down but can I run up the next? Clack-clack-clack! Each footstep was like a booming earthquake as I stomped the ground, launching my shuttle shoes with rocket fuel, blasting me all the way up to the top!

Sizzling rubber and plastic, my shoes have burned their very soles into the ground. But I made it. I made it in time for the bus. I wasn’t in the clear yet though. Tick-tock-tick-tock, time ticks down to the minute I can sit down and get some help on my work. Miraculously, the bus arrives! Two yellow lights flicker in the distance! Three numbers stay a solid green on the display and the colossal machine pulls into the lane. I reach into my little white box. But where was my card? I looked in all the pockets and crevices in my backpack, but no sign of the card! I tore and poured open the box, unleashing my games from their boxed prison. They wage war with the ground as they drop, smashing into the ground but the bus pass was nowhere. I had forgotten it.

I hastily gathered up my games and stuffed them back inside. I whipped out my phone and called home. Telling them what just happened, they point out something really stupid of me to overlook. I had money with me. Paying for the bus for once wouldn’t hurt. But the bridge had burned away. The bus had left. I had begun to run back. Tired and desperate, I sprinted all the way back. Down the hill and up, I desperately made my way through and back home.

Slipping back inside, I grabbed my card from underneath my Big Big Loader and flew out the door! No time to waste! School was waiting and I couldn’t let it stay like this any longer! I raced down the hill and up another! Fly Terry, fly! Spread your wings and soar to the top of the sky and catch the bus! Managing to reach the top, I celebrated with joy! But have I become  tardy? The happiness doesn’t last long. But at least, I learned something today.

Never. Ever. Forget. The. Pass.

“Shhhh…,” goes the pouring rain. Skies’ clouded with the rain clouds and I find myself in a boring old science class room. We’re mixing stuff! How fun! Today, we’re learning what happens when you mix certain things together! But there aren’t enough substances to go around, so we sit from our desks and watch Ms. Wiggins mix things together in vials and beakers. She turns to the class room with great enthusiasm and shouts, “Alright! Who wants to mix this up? Anyone? Terry! Come on up!” Surprised and grinning, I strut all the way over to the island and grab the vial. The white, viscous fluid wobbled in the vial. “Shake the vial!” instructed Ms. Wiggins. I nodded and the shaking began. “Swish swish swish,” went the liquid in the vial. “Swish swish swish,” said the swishing liquid. I kept shaking and shaking until I noticed that a certain someone was grinnin’ an’ laughin’ at me.

Katie. As soon as I look directly at her, she went on even harder. Leaning back in her chair, she cupped an’ invisible stick and moved her hand up and down the shaft of the invisible thing. “Whoosh whoosh whoosh,” went the air around her. Her eyebrows jumped up and down a bunch of times, gesturing about my habits. Not as if there was anything wrong with it. But I decided to play along and moved the vial lower. Now the liquid swashed around beside my hips. Ms. Wiggins was completely unaware of this though as I stood in her blind spot. Her eyes filled with devilish intent, fixated on my hand kept gesturing one perverted things after another. But this didn’t last forever. “Thank you Terry. You can go back now,” said Ms. Wiggins and we both stopped our act. I returned to my seat, satisfied with my performance and the boring old science room never looked any less boring than it did a minute ago.