I closed my eyes. This wasn’t happening. It simply was not happening. It was a figment of my overactive imagination. I had finally gone too far. Hit the wall. Fallen off the edge…
”...Into a firey abyss, the likes of which mankind had never seen before. And as they tumbled down, into the unimaginable terror thet lay within its depths, they stared, wide-eyed and terrified, at the delicate girl smiling at the top, waving goodbye as they fell to their ends.” Mrs. Karrick finished.
She was a woman of but thirty-two, but as unaware and innocent as a cookie-baking grandmother. She was an English teacher, not one of the stuffy ones who sticks to the rules of writing, but one who embraced creativeness. This I learned the hard way.
I had always stuck to the rules of writing. Introduction, information, refutation, conclusion, grammar. Until I wrote Follow Me, A three hundred and twenty one page book that dear Mrs. Karrick had just finished reading to the class. My head was spinning. Should have used a pen name.