This is the beginning of a story I wrote. It’s very brief but I need help cuz I am a very young writer. I have written several short stories and am writing a novel right now. What do you think of it and how can I do better? also I need to know about what genre I am. This is the stuff I write. It’s normaling for teenagers cuz I am one. Thanks!
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In the Dark
By Me
It was a cold winter night when Misty Curtis flung herself onto her soft bed. She hurriedly grabbed the nearby notebook and jotted down all she could remember from that day. She had kept these journals for years and thought she’d never stop. Remembering the party she had just come from, she, let her hand wiz over the paper and bent her head a tad to get a better look at what she was writing. Her thick, wavy Brown hair draped over her shoulder and every once in a while she would look up from her work and run her fingers through it smoothly. She joined her top lip with the lower one and gently rubbed them together, concentrating on her hand. Her fingers ached from discomfort of the rough pencil and she rubbed them. After she finished her routine of journaling she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of the glossy comforter that flowed over her bed. Misty loved her bed. Whenever she’d look at its excellence, it’d make her feel…so relaxed and satisfying. She would look at it and want to lift into the air like an angel and slowly land into its sponge. Her parents had bought her the mattress a year before she was a teenager. She now had it for two years and loved to wrap herself in a warm blanket and surrender to its large fluff. Daydreaming in the double bed was getting to know her even better. She lay there idly and thoughts corrupted her mind and she no longer was in this world she knew so well. She was in the world of her own fantasy and carried on with her daily inauguration the way she had dreamt it was. Creation was very interesting in her opinion and to her delight was fun to make up other ways it could have happened. She knew it was juvenile, but to her surprise, she didn’t care. She was so fond of animals and life her imagination took her to places she had never been before. Places the world never even heard of. And it all existed happily in her awareness.
Misty Curtis’ father, Andrew, was a very wealthy man. He bought Misty whatever she wanted when she was little. He tried to now but Misty was becoming more independent and wanted to earn money herself. She was almost fifteen and could drive steadily. When she first tried all around her seemed to fade as she would concentrate only on driving. Andrew was sitting in the passenger seat guiding her through the process of parking the car in the driveway and unfortunately Misty was completely unconscious of which pedal was accelerate and which was break. He tried to explain but, predictably, she wouldn’t listen. She already started the car and pushed the break and the car wouldn’t go. To his surprise, Misty, confused at how the car would not go, turned the reverse on and tried the other pedal. The car darted and smashed into the garage door before Andrew could do anything to stop it. The car was crushed pretty badly and Misty’s reputation of driving was turned from unknown to appalling.
Misty’s memories of that day were ghastly and unpleasant so she tried not to think about it. But a year after the incident Misty could drive constantly without hesitation. Her father finally regained his trust and let her get her take Driver’s Ed. The process was over and she now only waited for the delight of getting her permit.
Interrupting her daydreaming Misty remembered that she was not yet fully ready for the night. This meant she could no longer trance and delay sleep any longer.
Minutes later, she came back completely ready for her captivation of the marvelous bed. As she lay there, in complete darkness all except for the light of the air, her dreams enthralled her and she listened to them slowly whispered faintly into her ear and she desired to breathe the way the dreams made her feel. Like a fresh stream that bubbled into her presence and tempts her to lay in it and relax while the cool water caressed and pleased her. Her eyes closed lazily and her mind shut down for the night and the temptation of the stream had overcome as she dreamed.

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My laptop is really sticky/dirty and I think its time to clean it up. My sister uses it all the time but sometimes there’s dirt or she sneezes on the screen.. I was already told NOT to use water or anything on it. How do I get off the dirt on the laptop screen, laptop mouse (the little touch pad and the two buttons as the little clickers or whatever), and the areas surrounding the keyboards? Its really rough and my fingers get all sorts of unidentified stickies on it. Also what can I use besides water to get it off? I’m pretty sure you can’t use liquids or anything so what is there that I can use for cleaning it up?Thanks, I’ve really been meaning to clean it up for a long time, just not sure how

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