Messy

The sky was dull, dar, and cloudy over the misty, empty field. Mihitabel trudged across the depressing scene, pulling her fleece jacket close to her throat. "Walking against the wind is hard," she thought. "No! My hat!" she screamed as it tumbled away. She turned, reaching out with splayed fingers to grab at her hat, but it remained just out of her reach. Suddenly, a gale swept the hat up and took it far beyond her vision. It became lost in the ever-suppressing mist. Mihitabel sighed and continued on - without her hat.

That was my grandmother's hat... what will Mom do when she finds out I lost it? I know it's simply a hat, bur Grandma just died, and mom is a fanatic about keeping everything Grandma owned. God, she's going to make me come back out here and search for it. Or sort through Grandma's stuff, organize it, put it into new boxes, and on and on. I can't stand the way she cleans and organizes and adjusts everything ALL THE TIME! She can't even stand the attic being in disarray. I mean, it's an attic... you put junk up there... it's supposed to be junky. I would love to get a room, trash it, and just leave it that way. That would be wonderful. I need messiness in my life. Untidiness, trash, muck, confusion; somehow it clears my head. Which is why I'm out in this soggy field in the first place. I need to clear my mind so I can think. I need to think so that I can figure out how to get rid of my mother.

All in bold was written by members of 3rd period creative writing.