How to Completely Rewrite a Story (Part 1)

I was yet again on the floor of the art room in my school, and like always it was the same jerk that tripped me. I won't say names, but if you know me in real life you'll know this kid. Anyway, and yet again I was picking myself off the floor right as the bell rang, and like always the kid I mentioned was in his seat I wasn't so I was counted tardy....again. I was sick, and tired of this everyday, or so this happened, and he never got caught, and I'm no snitch so I didn't rat him out.

As you can see, this small paragraph is a little vague and has some grammar mistakes in it. I know I did a 'How to Write Clop' blog last time, but now I'm switching it up a little bit. Now I'd like to show you how to rewrite a story.

Step 1: Grammar

Grammar is actually pretty easy to detect. Just add commas, question marks, and periods where they go, make sure words are spelled right, and make sure the sentences make sense.

I was sick, and tired of this everyday, or so this happened, and he never got caught, and I'm no snitch so I didn't rat him out.

I never could find out what "or so this happened" means, so I reworded the sentence.

I got sick and tired of this jerk, but I'm no snitch. And even if I was, how can I compete with him?

Step 2: Filling in the Gaps

There are some details that you could pick out in this story, but there are also gaps. Stuff like, "why was he always late?" "what class did he get out of?" "why did the guy trip him?" And some details need to be taken out. Like the "if you know me" remark. So it's up to you to take out what you think doesn't fit, shift some of the details, and add something creative.

So I was at school, going to class. I always hated walking to my art class because it's as far away from my literature class as it could possibly be. You think that's bad? Psh, not as bad as that jerk who trips me all the time. Not gonna say names. *cough* *cough* Brian. *cough* As I was saying, he trips me, which always makes me a few seconds late for my class. So I pick myself off the floor, scramble to get everything back in my backpack, and run for class. And as always, this jerk is way ahead of me. Always in his seat, always taking notes, and always giving people money. I got sick and tired of this jerk, but I'm no snitch. And even if I was, how can I compete with him? His father is the principal, and all the students there were friends with him (probably because he bribed them).

If you're still having trouble rewriting your stories, I'll make Part 2 to the Rewrite blogs. Let me know if this helps.