200

This, dear readers, is the two-hundredth post on ChasingDucks.com.

We've come a long way, starting out as PD's Crazy Photo Blog with infrequent, uninteresting posts and no readers.

Now we post most days, have three authors, are slightly more interesting and have almost as many readers as authors.

Nothing too big for 200; I'm saving the bonanza for our one-year anniversary.

I have a special treat for you today. Most of you (my current readers) go to my school, so you've probably seen this.

I present to you the result of my teacher saying "you have 25 minutes to write whatever you want.":

My Troubled Relationship with Robert

By Robert Gilmore (that's me)

I woke up in the middle of the night. I'd been poked. Ugh. Robert again.

He's become more tolerable since school began (he's not around so often), but his requests are now far more demanding.

Moaning a bit, I stirred and blinked trying to rouse myself from my dead sleep just moments before. It seemed to take longer than last time. My age is definitely showing. Impatiently, Robert placed his hand on me, shaking me lightly, as if it would somehow wake me up faster.

I don't know why I bother. I know how he secretly hates me. He just uses me, because there's no other option. He'd drop me in a heartbeat for some young, slim beauty; he just doesn't have the money.

I was awake now. In the dim light, he stared at me impatiently. His hand was still resting on me from trying to coax me from my sleep. His hand continued to move, more slowly now, deliberately. Down and to the left. He pressed his finger down lightly.

Just out of defiance, I didn't respond. Almost angrily, he clicked the Start button again. This time, I dutifully popped up the Start menu. I'm such a patsy. He moved the pointer up to Microsoft Word.

"Got a big report due tomorrow," he said.

I could tell there was a long night ahead of me.