The biggest day of my life finally came.

When I was six, I started school!

Nothing would ever be the same.

I was a big kid now, my class was so cool.

 

I got to read as much as I could,

I started writing my own stories too.

At the top of my class, they said I was doing good.

My world grew bigger and shinier, like everything was new.

 

I started writing stuff all the time,

Scary stories for my cousins and friends.

Never poetry though, I could make nothing rhyme.

The younger kids had nightmares and mother said it had to end.

 

Of course it didn’t end, I only stopped my sharing.

My goal in those early tales was to be the best at scaring.