Dear Reader, I would like to share something very dear to my heart. I’ve mentioned the story that Erica, Bri, and I wrote in middle school before. I think that its beautiful awfulness needs to finally be unearthed.
Let me set the scene. I met Erica in seventh grade. She wrote; other than my Young Author projects from elementary school, horrendous attempts at poetry, and childish journals, I had never gotten past the idea stage. Erica, benign dictator that she was, took it upon herself to get me and the rest of our band of friends into storytelling. She announced, one day, that we were all going to write a story together. We were each supposed to pick a mythological creature to be our protagonist. I chose...