
I was sitting in another office on another couch. Life seemed to be getting better. Rainbows were shining. A door opened. What? A door opened? Oh yeah, a door opened and Diet Dr. Pepper walked in.
Hi! You must be Miss Crush. I am Diet Dr. Pepper, more like the original. Be you and do what you do, Diet Dr. Pepper announced upon his entry into the room.
As usual, I explained my predicament with formal situations, but I was confused and it came out questioningly, I am Strawberry, Strawberry Crush, please call me Strawberry though, I dont like formal situations, they make me uncomfortable. I suppose I am here to tell you about what most people tend to call a tragedy, but I call it life.
Diet Dr. Pepper was silent for a moment, then remarked, I think I know how to help you. Do not think of this as a social situation, but as a time to let all your thoughts flow.
Let my thoughts flow? Who did this guy think he was? A psychologist? Oh yeah, he was. Well, I will tell you this, I did let my thoughts flow, and they flew all the way to Timbuktu, which I learned in my travels, is an ancient center for trade and still is, thank you very much. As soon as I started talking, I was transformed, like watching some sort of movie, or experiencing my life over, and my words flew out of me like the destination was a very far ways away.
What do you think so far? It's an 2-3 page assignment for writing class. We have to write about the tragic life of a pop can using vivid verbs. I think I might end up writing too much and having to edit out my beginning or sum it up. Give me your comments and suggestions please.
