[Create a poem, short story, or journal entry about a conversation you’ve overheard.]
I know of the perfect story for this! It’ll be really short, but here goes:
Twas the end of the first semester (of school) last year, and as it was one of the very last days of class before classes changed, there were very few students at school. I was nearly alone in my third block class, writing a chapter of Life-Saving Guide when my ears picked up some interesting words coming from one of the few other people in the classroom…
“Yeah, so, my older brother got shot in the leg…”
Of course, my first reaction was alarm! Not because of the contents of the information, but the way she said it! It was so nonchalant, as though the person she was talking to shouldn’t be surprised!
She continued, talking about how her brother was mistaken for another guy when he was out walking and got shot on a drive-by. That information quickly saddened me and made it difficult to focus on my novel…
And then the girl said that she told her brother that she’d visit him in the hospital, but was considering not doing it because she…didn’t feel like it?!
I was very confused that day.