Honestly, Am I a Good Writer?
Question by tom marvolo riddle.: Honestly, am I a good writer?
I’m twelve years old. And I just wrote a fanfic for Sonny With A Chance. It was just me goofing off in the beginning, tbh. Then I checked my story traffic and I had 1,402 hits. (Made my night, tbh.) So.. here I am asking you, do you think so? Here’s some of what I wrote.
I don’t even remember what happened. I remember Tawni turning away and I slit myself really fast, it was the 7th cut that week, and then everything turned black… Now I wake up in a hospital bed with Chad by my side.
“Chad… What happened?” I asked weakly.
“You suffered from a blood loss,” he said not looking at me.
I acted confused, “Blood loss from what?”
“Oh, they don’t know. You have no visible cuts or scrapes.”
I smiled to myself, “Really?”
“Yup. But there is one thing…” he said sighing.
“Yes?” I asked not wanting his answer.
“They found slits on your wrists. Tawni told them it was an attempt at suicide… I texted Tawni later and asked her why you did it… she said it was because of me. It was my fault you were in here… Sonny?”
My eyes widened, “Chad…”
He sighed, “I love you.”
I kept his stare, “I love you too…”
“I always have. That’s where I was going when you were kissing James… That’s why I got so pissed off at you… I was right, though.”
She frowned, “About…?”
“That I don’t want to be friends with you.”
My mouth gaped, “Chad…”
“I want to be your boyfriend. Sonny, will you go out with me?”
I smiled weakly, “Yes… Chad. Yes!”
“Bad news, though…”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“They’re sending you to a Teen Suicide Rehabilitation Center,” he said upsettingly.
“That’s not so bad.. I need help.. I understand.. You can visit me, right?” I smiled.
“It’s in Sacramento… That’s almost 6 hours away!” he exclaimed.
“SACRAMENTO!” I yelled.
“Yes.. I can’t visit all the time… Not with taping Mackenzie Falls and everything.. I’ll call everyday, babe.”
“Chad… I’m so sorry…”
“It’s alright,” he hugged me, a tight hug.
“This is going to be hell, huh?” I asked.
He laughed a cute laugh, “Yep. But when Sonny Monroe gets there all hell will break loose,” he smiled.
“Yeah it will!” I laughed.
The next week Chad drove me up to Sacramento. I was on the phone with James breaking it off so Chad and I could be together.
“James… It’s just not working out.”
“Why not? It’s Chad isn’t it? He’s just using you, Sonshine,” he said.
“Don’t call me that. It is Chad. I love him, James.”
“No. You love me,” he insisted.
“No, I don’t.”
“Sonshine, baby, you love me. You hate Chad. Chad hates you. You guys don’t ever want to talk to each other,” he said very cockily.
“Fuck you,” I said and hung up.
Chad looked over and smiled at me.
“What?” I asked grinning.
“That went well, I assume,” he smirked.
“Yes, beautiful conversation,” I smirked back.
Five and a half hours past, and we were in Sacramento now. We were 10 minutes from the rehab center.
When we reached the rehab parking lot I turned to face him.
“Chad.. Thanks,” I told him.
“For…?” he said, dumbfounded.
“Being here with me,” I kissed him on the cheek.
“Well… Can I be here with you more often?” he smiled a sneaky smile. He kissed the top of my lips. First harder then slower. I moved my lips in synch with his.
“Chad… I have to go, now.”
He frowned, “This is it? This is where you have to go?”
“Yeah… Depressing.”
“Yeah, it is,” he opened the door and helped me get my stuff. We got to the front door and he looked at me.
“I love you, Sonny.”
“I love you, Chad.”
“This is goodbye?”
“Yes… Goodbye Chad.”
He hugged me at first then kissed me. I saw paparazzi cameras go off, but I didn’t care. I was happy with this for once.
“Bye, Chad.”
“Bye, Sonny.”
As he walked back to his metallic blue Volvo I walked inside the center.
Sorry for the line breaks. It was the way it was typed..
But do you like it? Is it really that good?
Alright, when you say ‘no climax?’ I’m not gonna yell at you.. or type in all caps at you? But, that’s like that 2nd chapter and only the 1st half..
Best answer:
Answer by Crossflower
I guess it’s not bad, but for self harm and attempted suicide, everything’s a little bit too happy-happy. And that whole thing with Sonny and James was way too casual, to be honest =\
Plus, there isn’t much narration, so nothing is really descirbed. Like I said, it’s not a bad attempt, especially for an emotional subject that you may or may not have any experience with. Keep at it, and it should turn pretty good. Sorry, I can critique, but not advise, so I’m gonna have to leave it there ¬¬
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