I am not a creative writer, I am more of

I am not a creative writer, I am more of critical thinker who enjoys solving solutions and finding problem to an anwser. I always enjoyed my english classes becuase I like to read

comics and my English teacher was too shortsighted to spot me. Another enjoyable aspect of English was that it was in a ground floor room & I could climb out of the window once I'd

lost like have of my weight. So I began to starve myself. I cut back on beer and pizza. I hoped one day I would fit through that window. Before every English class I would

go to the restroom, stick my finger down my throat & gag up whatever food I'd eaten that day. Then I'd go back to class & pretend to listen about Chaucer, while dreaming about my

lower abs. My enamel-o-meter beeped during English class on account of all the bulimia. That's when Aiden brought in the donuts. "He's trying to fatten us up for bikini season!"

Aiden slapped him. "How dare you!" Aiden was flabbergasted. He was thunderstruck. He was gobsmacked. His mind recoiled and reeled like a drunk falling down a cliff.

Aiden ran as fast as he could down the cliff to catch the drunkard man. That was a bad idea as we know that no one can run down a cliff that fast unless you are a mountain deer.

Aiden made a noble attempt to reach the bottom of the cliff in one piece. He tried to leap as gracefully as those mountain deer on nature documentaries, praying to keep his footing

as he attempted to slow his rapid descent along the cliff. The impact knocked the breath out of him, but he was alive."Help me, help me! Thank you, Thank you!" he cried.