Excerpt From Creative Writing Assignment (Rough Draft)

Fruity Pebbles didn’t quite satisfy my sweet tooth, so I began enjoying the cinnamon swirls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Finally learning how to read, I scanned the side of the box. My face scrunched up in confusion after reading the words: high fructose corn syrup. I wondered if 18 grams of sugar per serving was a lot for a cereal. But even if it was, I would have still gulped down my bowl to end the morning hunger. Those days were marked by hunger, but not for food – for words. I was constantly reading; my nose almost mummified after being buried in a book for so long. Instead of chasing the girls during recess, I snuck into the library. Secretly extending my bedtime when I found a favorite, I read under dim light in my room. Consequently, my eyesight weakened and I needed glasses, but that made me feel even more scholarly. I would get lost in nebulous worlds of talking mice and a magic tree house. When all the other kids in my class groaned as the teacher announced weekly trips to the library, I suppressed a squeal of glee. Under the influence of the whirling cinnamon squares of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I found myself spinning into literature and loving every second of it.