Backspace frustration

     So I find when I am writing that my backspace key gets a workout. Not your average, oh I'll just run on the treadmill for a little while and maybe do some push ups. No. More like I'm gonna run 10 miles while learning to play the tuba. If you have never played the tuba then you probably will not understand. Shame, but that isn't the point. I go back when I'm writing and change so many things and usually when the final product come out it isn't what I intended. So this post is going to go away from all that. I'm going to write a free hand story. Forbidding myself from using the backspace. No going back and changing anything. This also means that I might make a few grammatical mistakes that I can't fix. Enjoy.

     There once was a girl. Her name was Elize and she was the youngest child in her family. Elize's family knew that she was special, but no one could have imagined that she was really a dragon. When Elize was born, out of the fires of mount likatralaba (pronounced Like-a-tra-la-ba) her parents knew that she wasn't human. They knew she was a dragon but they didn't care. They didn't discriminate against dragons. Dragons are people too; or rather they can pretend to be. Elize's skin was jet black. Her ears were pointed at the end and she smelled of coconut. With her reptilian eyes she could charm anyone into believing anything. Mostly she just made people believe that she was a normal all American teenage girl though. This is Elize's story. As Elize walked into school thta day she felt as if something was amiss. The air tasted like the way that you feel after you get a D on your math test. Yeah, just like that. She walked into her homeroom class and put her homework, only slightly charred this time, into the bin on her teachers desk and then proceeded to take her seat. Her seat was more of her reclining on the back counter but thanks to her fabulous dragon eyes no one noticed. As Elize chewed on her notebook her best friend, Bonlaquecha (pronounced Bon-la-qwee-sha) strode up and began crying and sobbing. Elize never understood human emotion. Mostly because she was a dragon and couldn't understand English though. Bonlaquecha was going on about her losing her favorite lip gloss on the bus this morning when she was trying to stealthily dodge a hot dog vendor who was out just a little to early and for some reason was on the bus?? Elize knew some english but only enough to understand how to ask how to go to bathroom and how to order Chinese food. All she understood from Bonlaquecha's blabbering was that she, quote, "I... want... to... go... get... low....main..." Elize, an avid chinese food lover eagerly accepted and then she ate Bonlaquecha. Did I mention that Bonlaquecha was chinese?

The End

    So I have no idea how that turned out. I kind of like it because I love randomness but I don't know how it went. Tell me what you thought.