Chapter 20

Writing Club

I made my way to the writing club, Mr Taec seemed to be an intelligent man, and not to mention attractive too.

“Ah, hello again,” Mr Taec was placing sheets of paper on the desks. “Sally, right?”

“Yeah,” I walked over to the desks, and saw different stacks of paper with writing.

“These are last year’s stories and novels,” He smiled, showing me the cover of one, “My students handed me a story or two each, and I read through them and gave them feedback.” He took a look at his watch, “They’ll be here soon, want to stay and watch?”

What do I say?

1) “Okay,”

2) “No thanks, I prefer reading to writing."