Below is a copy of his writing that was originally posted here.
I tried, I really did. It wasn’t my fault. Well, not exactly my fault. Okay, mostly my fault. I didn’t mean to, though.
“That doesn’t look very good,” a posh voice from behind me said. I ignored it. “Are you listening? You’ve done it all wrong.” I still said nothing. A small hand grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn. I saw myself staring at an immaculate desk. The hand pointed proudly at a piece of paper with some circles on. “I’ve seen better,” I managed to say.
It wasn’t my fault. The spot just grew and grew and grew.
“That doesn’t look very good,” a posh voice from behind me said. I ignored it. “Are you listening? You’ve done it all wrong.” I still said nothing. A small hand grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn. I saw myself staring at an immaculate desk. The hand pointed proudly at a piece of paper with some circles on. “I’ve seen better,” I managed to say.
It wasn’t my fault. The spot just grew and grew and grew.
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