The challenge for today shall be: the dare.
Struggling my way into my next writing project. The start is always the hardest part, it seems.
"It's just a harmless garter snake."
That didn't change how Bobby felt about it.
"Ain't like it's poisonous or nothin'."
Still. It just seemed kinda pointless and mean.
"Look, we'll catch it for you and everthin'. All you gotta do is stuff it through Mrs. Thompson's mail slot, ring her door bell, and run like stink."
But what if she has a heart attack?
"Don't be a chicken, Bobby. Do you want the whole school thinkin' you're a big wussy?"
Well, no. But that's how he was feeling.