Salvete, Amici.

I hope that I'm not messing up the vocative case with "Amici". Anyhow, hullo friends. I just checked my email for the first time in months, and it turns out my science teacher sent me at least 5 emails that might've been helpful for studying for a number of tests. Alas, such is life. I couldn't fall asleep last night, even though I went to bed at like 1:30 AM, and I got this great idea. I'm going to attempt to write a book of some sort, and try my best to avoid making it completely cliched (I'm too lazy to figure out how to put an accent mark over the "e".) and lousy. The first thing I dreamt about when I finally feel asleep was that I was writing my book. And it opened up in a way similar to this:
Drip.
Drip.
That was the sound which echoed through the dark bathroom.

And then at some point I shock my readers by revealing, after a page or so of vague description, that the dripping is blood, and that there's a pool of it gathering on the floor beneath a corpse with multiple stab wounds that is resting on the side of the bath tub.
I know. GASP.