Getting it Right - Storytelling

For the past three weeks, I have been trying hard to get the story I wanted to write out. Every-time I wrote the first few chapters, and I read through them; they never looked like what I envisioned. So attempt after attempt I tried and tried again. Nothing was working and I felt like I was hitting a stone wall. The story I wanted to write was about a lad who was struggling with the death of his mother and getting into trouble with police and more. I have decided if I'm every gonna wrote that story, I need to put it into God's hands.

After getting truly frustrated I sat down and began praying. I hadn't prayed in a few days. But this prayer was different. I ask for guidance and inspiration to write my story. But instead I got the answer, but not to my story. Another story. This time the story is about a young boy, who is struggling with the death of his mother, his dad starting dating after just a few months. Then to anger his father the boy starts hanging around with the gay kid at school. Deciding to come out to his father as gay. This had the opposite effect he desired. Then The boy got into a gang, to anger his father once more, but things changed this time. The boy stole once, and his catholic conscience got the better of him. He decided on bringing the gang back to God. He started to teach them to read, and study the bible. By the end of the story the whole gang was gone. They were now born again christians and get involved into the youth at church.

This is the frist excerpt from my story... still trying to get a title...

The early morning sun was bursting through the blinds, shining right onto Peter’s pillow. He grabbed his blanket, tugging it up and over his head. He wanted more sleep. He wasn’t ready for the day to start yet. Then hearing his alarm clock going off, he knew he had to get up as it was a school day. But he knew if he wasn’t out of bed in like five seconds his brother would be his usual annoyance and pull his blankets off him. Plus tell on him not being out of bed and ready for school. The only thing was Peter was an honor student, editor of the school newspaper and president of the student union. This didn’t help when it came to his father and mealtimes.

He climbed out of bed, walking over to Stephen’s bed and yanking his blankets of him before rushing out the room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Once inside, Peter started the water running in the shower. Tossing his dirty pajamas into the hamper and stepping into the shower. While letting the water from the shower trickle down his torso, as it awakened him. The water was warm enough to refresh and awaken his juices from a night of sleep.