To the people who I like to think of as followers, but are really only commenting to get a good grade, this story’s origin is unknown. But let it be no longer. People who go to my school and have Ms. Kriese will know of the essay we had to do. I chose a happy moment, and at one point I referred to myself being at the climax being “suspended thousands of feet in the air on a cloud” and “in the middle of the cloud there was a big red 9”. Now I was this whimsical message was placed there to use the expression “on cloud nine” only in a, ya know, whimsical way (so as not to be contrived). Now I hope that all this jabber has made you interested in learning about how I could have possibly gotten down from the cloud, I plan to tell you the story in little bursts every week. This concludes this post.
Stay tuned…

Please.
Don’t ignore me.
That would make me sad…

Too late.