Back To The Drawing Board

So today in creative writing, Vero and I are suppose to be writing a One Act.. yeah it took us the whole 45 minutes to get the idea lol.
A young boy has an imaginary friend that tells him terrible things and what he should do. The boy listens to his friend... but no one will believe him. Throughout the act, he does bad things and his friend eventually gets him to commit suicide. It's called, "My Secret Friend"
So I'm excited about that but, it is always hard to start out on something I am suppose to write. Usually I write only when an idea pops in my head and I end up loving the piece. However, lately I haven't enjoyed my work that I have done for school. It isn't true or true to myself. Not sure if that makes sense.
I suppose my point is that, even though you want something so bad, you can't get it right when you want it. Hah

One thing that made me wonder is that, when mr. reagan had all of us in first period do relaxation, afterwards when we all opened our eyes, I wanted to cry.

We almost got into a car accident today, and the car was headed right to were I was sitting in the back. The weird thing was that, I was not scared at all, only startled. The car stopped soon enough so they only just tapped us, but still. She was worried that I would never drive with her or I was shook up a lot. My answer was simply "no no its fine, really." I haven't been scared in a long time... Maybe God is getting me ready for something in the future.

"My secred friend
Oh, take me to the river
My secred friend
So we can swim forever"