This morning, I had a splendid time revising and giving advice on how to improve my group member’s essays. They did the same for me. I had such a fun time doing this that I think I went a little too far. I realized that I was basically tearing her paper apart right after I finished….and so I added lots of smiley faces :) :) :). 

 I read her comments on my paper, and she focused on the good things and the things that worked. I wished she didn’t go easy on me. 

 I guess it was for the best. I hope she won’t hold this personal on me. Wait, I am going to message her right now and tell her that I thought her paper was fun to read. (and it was….to a point….) 

 My other group member hasn’t given any comments on my essay yet. I hope it’s harsh but helpful. :)

I leaned on my left knee as the blood from my wound continued to flow. I looked straight into her gorgeous complexion; fair skin, no wrinkles in sight. I thought I was looking at the very aspect of what an angel was described in these so called fairy tails. However, she was no angel. Light disappeared as I sense that corrupted soul of hers rotting my very dream, bringing me back to what is now…hell.