In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”
Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”
francie sighed. she had not had a great day. the electricity went off, like it often does when her mom forgets to pay the power company, so she woke up during the beginning half of second period. she grabbed the first outfit she saw, but unfortunately this meant showing up to english in a lime green tank top and white skirt over purple underwear. three teachers scolded her choice in clothing since the weather had taken a nasty turn and decided to allow the wind blow in every direction (but mostly up). she walked into french relieved to see her friends, but was instead greeted by them complaining about their discriminating history teacher and his “harsh” grades. after a mediocre lunch of soggy fries and slimy turkey wraps, she walked into the library. it was silent except for the constant hums of the machines and the clickity clacks from mrs. meade’s heels as she put books back on the shelves. she sits down facing the m’s and for the first time all week, she breathes. reaching forward, she grabs the first book she touches and all was right in the world.