Why Creative Writing 212 Is Corrupting Me

Hooray!

I finally have the t-shirt I've been waiting for. It is so funny,

I have to show my friends.

There they all are.

"Hey guys, check out my new t-shirt!

Hah, Hah?"

They all look at me with puzzled expressions. Why aren't they laughing?

I pull the bottom of the t-shirt away from my body and look down. Wait a minute,

That's not right, It's just a big blur. Blurred out.

Strange.

I raise my hand to my face and give myself the finger. My hand is blurred too.

I look down again,

I'm not wearing any pants

Or underwear.

Luckily he is blurred out too.

The blur is spreading up my arms and down my legs.

"Oh Sh—."

I look in a mirror. The blur has covered my mouth and is creeping up my face.

‘Uh oh’

Gary Vincent

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