Should The Title Be Pixie S**t

Creative writing assignment I turned in for class and unsure how they will react. This is the first couple of pages, still trying to decide how to add and change things.

“Risking one’s life to save a kitten was not something I ever thought I would do. I don’t even like cats. But there I was climbing up a tree next to an apartment building with smoke and flames coming out the top. All to rescue the orange kitten sitting in the third story window, meowing. It didn’t seem to be in any particular distress, but the building had been evacuated and no one was allowed back in. Hence, the climbing of the tree with the crowbar in my back pocket. My intention: break the window, stuff the cat in my jacket, and shimmy back down the tree. Kittens are not cooperative when windows have been smashed and strangers are trying to grab them. But that didn’t stop me from making the trip to rescue this stupid kitten”. I look at what I have written so far .My assignment is coming along smoothly I believe, but then again I don’t know what in the world I should do. F**k! Michelle get yourself together. YOU CAN DO THIS! I write that over and over inside my journal like a bagillion times. Well, at least my subconscious has more faith in me then I do right now.

I decide to take a break, hopefully that’s all I need to get the juices going again. I go to the fridge and grab some cranberry grape juice, along with some apple slices. Meow, meow, I heard the soft cries of my orange fluff sitting on the counter. “ Hello Cheetoh”. I busted out laughing. I can’t believe I named my cat Cheetoh, who does that kind of thing...Oh wait, ME! I start laughing even more as I walk back to my bedroom, orange fluff in tow.

I rescued Cheetoh from that apartment fire five months ago, but for some reason after all that complaining she was doing during the rescue, she never wanted me to let her go. Now I have this ringing sound going on around my apartment, because without that little bell around her neck I would never be able to find her. I wake up to small paws walking across my face as she nestles in the mess that is my hair before I put any kind of product in it. As much as I hate cats, I can honestly say I love my Cheetoh. She hops in the bed with me as I enjoy my goodies from the kitchen. I drink some juice and think, “ How can you make this paper super uber amazing Michelle. You’re a badass writer”. I scream YEA I GOT THIS in my room, then yell “I’M SORRY GUYS GIVING MYSELF A PEP TALK”. I don’t need my neighbors thinking I am crazy. Then again I probably am crazy and just don’t realize it yet. Great, I’m talking to myself, that confirms it, I am crazy.

I start going over writing exercises I learned in class to help get some ideas for my story. Sex, blue, dragon, car, ethereal, aquarium and dream. The idea of the exercise is to use these seven words in anyway to create something extravagant. Alright here you go I thought. “ This big a*s blue dragon was starting to get on my nerves, unlike the red and gold clans of Watakka who were extremely calm. He was going on and on about some weird dream where cars could talk and he was having sex with the Black Queen of Lorraca. They were inside a giant aquarium filled with sharks and a bunch of random starfish, it was just awkward, I swear. I tried ignoring him, but I’m a pixie and we have to be nice to all of the other Goddesses creatures in this ethereal world of ours, because it is her wish, law or whatever the hell it is called. Lyon, I think that is his name was starting to push my buttons, but I just kept braiding these twigs with flowers to make a wreath, because it’s normal pixie s**t. Hopefully he’s almost done, I have some frollicing to do in the meadows of serenity, because this is getting extremely irritating”. I’m not going to lie Cheetoh, this is some pretty good stuff if I do say so myself.

I started writing little things here and there yelling “Aha” like a painter who just succeeded in creating a great work. “ Cheetoh, I might use this story instead of the one I started about us, so don’t be mad okay”. Cheetoh just looked at me and meowed at me, which I assumed was her version of do whatever you want Michelle. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re right Cheetoh I don’t need your approval, I just thought I’d at least let you know”. I started writing my new paper and was getting excited in the direction that it was going, none of my other papers ever seem this awesome. “Michelle you have struck gold” I thought to myself.

I continued writing my paper, adding on all the ideas I had written down in my book. Man if I don’t get an A after this, my teacher is crazy. As much as I hate writing, I must say this assignment is my favorite out of the whole semester.“ Well Cheetoh, I’ve finished our masterpiece now to think of a title”. “Mystical Adventure, mmm... nah that sounds stupid. Magic Junction, mmmm...that sounds stupid too”. God I was getting so frustrated, here I have this awesome a*s paper and can’t even think of a title that explains just how freakin’ genius it is. I hate this paper. I hate my life. I’m going to fail school all because I can’t think of a stupid title. I start going back into the paper looking for clues as to what I should name this creation. Blue Dragon, Goddesses Garden, Our Ethereal Universe, all of those seem so stupid. I kept scanning the paper for other words and BAM! There they are, the most perfect words ever printed in black in white in front of my eyes. Pixie S**t. Should that be the title I ask myself. You know what Michelle, go for it, what do you have to lose I ask myself. Just all credibility and respect of your peers I reply to myself. F**k it, I’m goin’ for it. I type the title across the top of the page. Pixie S**t. I press send. Did I really just do that? Yea, Michelle you did and you regret nothing.