Violet Wilson-Wood

changed my life lowky i walked home last night in the dark. i wasnt coming from class, though. no. I was walking home from something a bit more sinister. some might call it a job. those that occupied the space, called it living. i was a chef, if you can call it that. i spent most of my hours tearing open oranges (unpeeling them, pulling apart the sections, you get the idea) pouring them into a pot with a bit of water and boiling and cooking them until i had a nice syrup. it might not sound too bad, in practice, it wasn't. truly its not about what i was physically doing, it was more about the purpose my actions served. you see, my employer was _______________ and they were using my orange syrup to...... ____________________________ (you fill in the gaps and create a fun and cool story for yourself! its a super fun activity to do alone or with friends and it's fun for all ages. try it!)