This is actually a writing challenge in a group of mine for September. Time line from 15-21. That's as early as you are going to get from me.

My answer to the September Writing Challenge by Ginny Wiehardt. Enjoy if you can.


Challenge reads as follows: For the exercise, think of an episode from your own past and then rewrite it from a perspective other than your own. It can be in first person point of view or third, so long as it's not from your own POV. 600 words or less.



Word Count: 255

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I had very nearly sworn off the opposite sex all together for the greedy, manipulative little things that they were when she announced herself with a beep on my cell phone. Innocuous, I know, but every once in a while, even a hurricane announces itself with the flap of a butterfly's wings. She was a stranger - and a stranger girl I have never met. Where she got my number, I hadn't the faintest. When I found out later that my sister had been involved, I was surprised that I was surprised.



That girl was as crazy as I had ever seen them and, quite often, I found myself ruing that I had ever opened that intriguing first message she sent me.



She argued with me endlessly.



She would snap at the slightest aggravation.



She took offense at nearly every word that came out of my mouth.



She thought that she knew everything about everything, and I swear to God, if I hadn't hated girls before I met her, I certainly hated them now.



But now we are in a hospital room, and she's panting on a gurney. Sweat is beading at her brows, and I, for once, am scared.



A scream rents the air, and then... silence.



She look at me, and for once, is quiet.



But of course, she never was one to stay quiet for very long.



"Look, Chris."



She presents me with our daughter, and all at once, I find that I don't think girls are all that bad after all.