12. The
Critics Say
Tears started to roll down Sam’s cheeks.
“My folks are paying for me to be here. They
think I’ll discover I miss the drugs and coming running home. My mother said I’m too artistic to be sober,
whatever that means. Dad said I don’t
have the determination to stay clean, and I should be thankful for that.”
“What do you think?” I asked.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I have no idea what to think. I been high my whole life. Don’t know what I can do, or what I can’t
do. I know this sounds mean, but I want
to succeed just to prove them wrong. Them and all my friends who say I’ll never
stay sober. Is that a bad reason to be
here?”
“I never think it’s a bad idea to prove your critics wrong. Especially when you’re doing the right thing. Let me know if there’s anything at all I can do.”
“I never think it’s a bad idea to prove your critics wrong. Especially when you’re doing the right thing. Let me know if there’s anything at all I can do.”
Today I will prove my critics were wrong.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story
is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)
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