Creative Writing: Blythe, Where Are You Going?
My mom was the first to speak, "Blythe, where are you going?"
"Just going on a date with Cas," I answered trying to sound happy as possible towards them, along with a fake smile.
"Blythe, we need to talk," my dad says, "Also, I don't approve of that guy. He is filling your minds with lies."
"He is not filling my mind with lies. The authorities are. What if all of this is a lie? The signs? The omen rule? The killing? Also, I thought of the thought of the revolution. Not him, me." I interrogated.
They were silent.
"It's an important date. Tell me when I come back," I said bluntly.
"Blythe, this is important," my mom said worriedly. There "important" talk is probably about my revolution and we have talked about, all the time.
"Sixteen
"Just going on a date with Cas," I answered trying to sound happy as possible towards them, along with a fake smile.
"Blythe, we need to talk," my dad says, "Also, I don't approve of that guy. He is filling your minds with lies."
"He is not filling my mind with lies. The authorities are. What if all of this is a lie? The signs? The omen rule? The killing? Also, I thought of the thought of the revolution. Not him, me." I interrogated.
They were silent.
"It's an important date. Tell me when I come back," I said bluntly.
"Blythe, this is important," my mom said worriedly. There "important" talk is probably about my revolution and we have talked about, all the time.
"Sixteen