When I was a kid, living in Ohio, sometimes my brother
Julio and I, instead of going out and playing with our friends,we
would go up to our sister's room and use her typewriter to write
stories. I don't remember if we ever showed them to anyone and
I don't think our stories would have made any sense to anyone
except ourselves, but we had fun. And I would type until my index
fingers were numb.
Growing up I enjoyed writing, but it wasn't until my
high school English teacher Ms. Hunt gave my class a creative
writing assignment that I discovered I could truely captivate
an audience. I read my story to the class because the girl sitting
next to me was afraid that Ms. Hunt would call on her and she
hadn't completed her assignment. She nudged my arm saying, "Go
ahead Juan, yours is good." I looked at her laughing, knowing
she didn't even know what I had written. "You just don't
want to be picked." I chuckled as she smiled back at me.
I raised my hand and was picked to read my story.
Looking down at my chicken scratch handwriting my heart
began to race as my ears began to feel warmer and my pulse was
now in my fingers. With my face buried in the four pages I had
written, I slowly began to forget about the class as they became
more interested in my story. When I finally finished reading
my story I slowly raised my head, my face was burning, and my
throat was dry. No one said a word, as everyone's eyes were fixed
on me. From across the room Sandra, broke the silence. "Did
that really happen." she hesitantly asked, afraid of what
the answer might be. Putting my story down on my desk, I looked
around the room realizing I had just become a writer. I smiled
knowing they needed to know. "No." I whispered and
heard everyone let go of their breath, as they sighed in relief.
Today I continue to write, and I've moved onto directing
as well. I always captivate my audience and take them where they
never tough of going. Rules is my newest
venture into that world. A world that is all to often real. A
world that many people don't realize is a part of them until
it's too late.
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