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10 August 2010

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Is this bad/average/good writing for a 12-year-old?
This is the beginning of a story I wrote when I was 12. It’s not really the best, but I’d still love to hear what you think of it. I don’t mind criticism.Thanks. (:Andi Jordan was the eye of the storm, a storm that would claim lives before unleashing its wrath upon her. She was the prize of the risky game that almost everyone in the world was playing.But right now, Andi was sitting in the living room, looking extremely bored as she reached for the remote control and turned the T.V on. The stain-remover commercial that was on managed to blare out its first cheesy line before a shriek drowned out its sound. “ANDREA JORDAN!” screamed Andi’s mother, “What have I told you before?” “To finish my homework before watching T.V,” recited Andi dully. “Exactly. So what were you just doing?” “Watching T.V before finishing my homework,” Andi answered, still in the same monotone. Mrs. Jordan nodded. “Now go finish your homework. You’re not coming downstairs until dinner, or until you get your homework done!” Andi said nothing but Writing desk Old trudged upstairs to her room. Her blank homework lay sprawled across her bare desk. Everything else she owned was scattered across the floor, making her room look like the interior of a dump truck. Andi forced her way through the mess and sat down, staring at her homework for a few dull seconds. What was the point of bothering to do her homework anyway? She was already failing math; another zero wouldn’t hurt. She tossed her math workbook behind her, hearing the satisfying crash of it falling onto a pile of old toys. And history was a pointless subject; all of her friends said so – at least, all of her new friends said so, the ones who really counted. She pushed her history textbook off of her desk, watching it topple over and fall into a jumble of dirty clothes. And who needed science? She wasn’t going to be a scientist in the future anyway. Her science worksheets were shoved under the bed. Andi continued this elimination until all that was left was a measly worksheet – she wasn’t even sure what class it was for, she would just complete it as “proof” for her mother that she had been doing her homework. She scrawled a few random answers on the sheet of paper, not even bothering to read the questions before answering them. After she had scribbled a few random words as an answer to the last question, she lay back on her bed and stared at the clock. She knew that if she came downstairs now, her mother would demand to examine each piece of homework she supposedly had done, but if she came down much later, she might be able to talk her mother out of the inspection. Mrs. Jordan, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, crying. She had no idea what was going on with her daughter. Andi had once been the kind of girl that all of the parents she knew wanted – smart, polite, athletic, and pretty. She was a straight A student, on the school volleyball team, and several teachers’ pet. But now, Andi was completely different, and this change had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed it. Andi was now failing three classes and close to failing all of the others, had been kicked off of the volleyball team, was loathed by most teachers, hung out with the “bad girls” at school, and got into fights. She wasn’t the Andi Jordan that everyone knew. Something had changed dramatically.
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