Creative writing class, again

“Alison, having, had been only seventeen didn't know fully the extent of her problems, nor would she until it was too late. Pretty grizzly huh?” Frankie said, now in her normal voice. We all looked confused at her, not quite understanding what this story was going to bring, or even why it started with this as her opener. Ms. Kaler had always told us to begin at the beginning, not to be too ambitious, though that was three years ago. We no longer had English studies for another year or so, now we had creative literature, which was basically writing for some hippie teacher, and even if you sucked at it everyone had to tell you it was great.