- 7.
The only thing I liked about this place was my
writing corner.
A desk, a lamp, a computer, where I created
so much.
I’d always loved writing, but Mark told me to
“get a real job.”
But when I went to college, I started writing
again, and Mark was my first reader.
I hoped that he would like my work, but he
just said, “Your writing is terrible, it’s
worthless.”
“You’re not good at writing, just give up.”
But I loved writing, so for the first time, I
didn’t listen.
I kept writing, and I got good.
When I got my first payment, I showed it off
to Mark. “My writing got me money! Three
hundred dollars!”
I wanted to show him that people read my
writing, and that they even payed for it.
I wanted to show him that I wasn’t as bad as
he said I was.
What was Mark’s reaction?
He quickly skimmed it, then said, “Worthless
garbage.”
Г
He looked down at me, his eyes full of
ridicule. “People are just being nice and trying
to encourage you.”
“Do you really think you’re a good writer?”
His words broke my heart.
After that, I didn’t tell Mark about how much
money I made.
I took a deep breath and went to put my
computer away, but it was already turned on.
When I turned on the screen, all my files were
gone!
One hundred thousand words were gone! It
had all my work, all my thoughts.
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Only one person could do this…
Mark appeared behind me, watching me with dark eyes.
“I deleted your writing. It’s a waste of time.”
“You think you can leave me because of that?”
