Because I Wrote it at Night

The Boy in 32A is a short story I wrote while in my senior year of high school. At least I think. Lemme check. Ooh, I am wrong. I wrote it in my first year of college. November 29, 2008. Although this has me worried because that is the time when I had major research papers and essay due, not to mention final exams in two weeks or so...so why did I write that. Well, I don't even remember what had inspired me to write that, but I think it was some Vietnamese song I was listening to--that's usually the case.
My problem with writing fiction is that one, I'm not too good at keeping my plots consistent, and two, I never seem to finish. This is probably the first piece of fiction I finished (note I said fiction since I had a short fanfiction that I finished, but it was so long ago, I can't even remember what it's called or where I put it) and I put off editing it until now. I mentioned to a friend that I wrote something that I deemed to be sweet and I would let her read it once I finished filling in the gaps and make some tweaks. So, I made the tweaks. And I feel satisfied. Well, as satisfied as one can be, since I do believe there's always room for more editing (something I learned from my friend, L, who is a wonderful and meticulous writer).
The Boy in 32A is a fictitious short romance that reflects my ideas, my opinions, and whatever issues I have with KFC and Wal-Mart. Yes, some stuff in there might be off or totally wrong, so don't hassle me on it. I mean, dude, have you read Twilight? If the frigging vampires don't die in the sun, then my frigging character can put a weapon back together in 8 seconds. Don't argue.

You addressed your letter to 32A

Since upon finding my usb, I have been giddy in trying to finish all those Harry Potter fan fics I have left stranded in limbo. I have a few weeks left before school resumes, so I must make use of that time.
I will dedicate The Boy in 32A to my good friend, D, and wish her the best with her boy from the front ;]

Corner Tip #7: Not everyone you try to talk to on the airplane is as nice as the Boy in 32A. I don't even know if a person like the Boy in 32A even exists in real life! Oh...and IT'S SHARK WEEK!