Dialouge writing

“So what brings you to the white house Mr. Sour cream?” I ask
“Well, I am white and so is the white house, so I have decided to run for president,” says sour cream. ‘Oh, what a coincidence,” I say feeling and becoming more Machiavellian by the minute “I’m running for president too!”

I step forward, my stomach is rumbling as if there is a monster inside it. The innocent pottle of sour cream shakes with fear showing a feeling of malaise on his label.

“You can’t run for president on an empty stomach,” I say a somewhat evil grin spreading across my face. I gobble him down. I win the election by strange disappearance. ;)

Athletics; High jump

"Go! Your turn" Yells TC. Uh-oh! Let's just say I'm not the sportiest person in the world. I run, jump, and prepare for the bar to hit my foot. Nothing. I feel my feet land on the hot mat. I made it! How? I feel dazed. I jump off the mat and sit in a line on the itchy grass. The line of success. I keep thinking of the moment.

But I'm not supposed to be good at high jump! So I stand up, wait my turn and when it is my turn, I run, jump and prepare myself for the bar to hit my foot. Before is probably just luck. I can't make it this time! But I stand corrected! I made it! But the next time I don't. I've been trying to convince myself to this day that I just got lucky in my first two jumps.