Write four lines of prose about: the fish.
I worked a 5:30 to 9:30 shift at the bowling alley tonight, helping out with a private party for 50ish people. It was a youth group, and all the kids were super polite and well-behaved, so I had quite a bit of fun.
Tomorrow I'm back in the gym from 9 until 5. I may have some trouble getting out of bed for that one.
Edit: gah, I really need to stop falling asleep on the couch while I'm trying to do these posts.
He always seemed a little uncomfortable in the hallways of our school, especially unsure of what to do with his limbs when the ringing bell flooded the spaces between classes with boys and girls. There were regular collisions, followed by the usual apologies. They never led to fights though, thanks to his sincerity and sense of humour about the situation.
Besides, we all understood, at one level or another, that the swimming pool was his true home.