nanowrimo isn't going well because there's too much going on.
so i'm going to practice writing.
StrawberriesMy name is Louis Alexander, and I hate strawberries.Strawberries by ~Haganechibi
They're bitter or sour, even if you soak them in sugar or dip them in cream. And they're strange. The seeds stick out like freckles, and the nurses always bug me.
"Louis-Alexander-you-didn't-eat-your-strawberries," they cry, all in one breath like they're scared they'll catch my cancer.
In another breath, my mother cries, "Louis-Alexander-I-thought-you-liked-strawberries-why-won't-you-eat-them?" and I wonder if this woman is really my mother if she can't tell me and my brother apart. And Andy saves my by gulping them down whenever the nurses and Mom turn their backs. He fills his cheeks