The story was written in a stream of consciousness style. I got an A for content, an A for creativity, and a D for grammar. My mother was so irate she was going to drive all the way to Louveciennes to confront my teacher. I talked her into just writing a letter, which I never gave to my teacher. I loved my story, so I really didn't care what anyone else thought. Not only that, but I was one of three chosen by the teacher to read our stories out loud to the class. It was not what the other students expected. I wish I still had it.
Keith Relf |
That isn't how he died in my story. He was torn apart by his loving fans.