that's a wrap.
- just a girl trying to figure it out, and that's a wrap. -
This is a scene reconstruction based on a story told by a fellow classmate:
Seven in the morning and the alarm goes off. Not the alarm I set last night, but the yappy dog upstairs that's been waking me up all week. Barking and scratching at the floor in anticipation of its owner's return. That's it, I thought. This was the last straw. I had to talk to my neighbor. But since confrontation is public enemy number one in my life, I'll just put it off for a little longer. Fast forward a few days and I get a text from my neighbor. Nothing incriminating, just asking a couple questions. As soon as I saw her name flash on my screen, I knew. It was time. I'll just ease into it. A few nice words about how I'm glad she adopted Buster* and then I'll get into the real problem... The dog is loud. I don't have to be up at seven o'clock, but I'm not given a choice. In the afternoon I need some relaxation time. Some Netflix and maybe a snack, but I can't focus on the shows and movies with yap, yap, yap and scratch, scratch, scratch going on over my head. Just teach him how to quiet down. That's all I wanted from her. She took it well and decided she would get him a bark collar. Great. Now I feel like a horrible person. Every time the sweet thing barks it'll be shocked like some Guantanamo prisoner. Guilt. Looks like you're public enemy number two. *name changed
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Ross Fuglsang
9/11/2016 13:24:34
You approached this somewhat differently. You tell this from Marti's viewpoint, rather than you recreating it as the reporter. I've seen this done before, as an anecdote. The writer does step back eventually, though, to do a more standard third-person story.
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