Hellywood

The alarm went off as it does every morning at exactly 6:00am. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, stretched, pulled the covers off and got out of the bed. Normally, I am not one to stare at myself in the mirror in the morning, in fear that I will see something that could result in complete horror; but as I walked past my closet door I couldn’t restrain myself from peering into the mirror. …

…own reflection. I figured that I should put off school for today, and get some rest. I climbed back into bed, pulled the covers over me and closed my eyes. Just as I was drifting back into the land of nod, I thought to myself, “Maybe it’s time I rethink my dreams. Hellywood sure isn’t a place I want to spend eternity in.” It was then I decided to become a tabloid journalist.