"So, what do ya think?"
The lizard I call my best friend is sitting across from me, studying the crappy attempt at a story I made. "It's... Interesting? I mean, it has potential, but... It feels like you were just trying to get it over with near the end."
Leaning back, I groan. "I was. I'm no good at this whole story writing thing. Maybe I should stick to music."
"Maybe, but I know one thing for certain"
"What's that?"
"You really suck at writing lonely and quiet characters." He snickers as he passes back the thin pile of paper. "It just doesn't suit you"
"I can agree with you on that. Wanna hang out at the treehouse?" I say as I open one of the drawers on my desk and cram the story into the already jam-packed space.
"Heck yeah! Last one there is a rotten egg!" He runs out of the room and bounds out the house.
"Oh it's on!" I chase closely behind him
YOU ARE READING
Through The Static
RomanceLiam is just a simple mongoose who's just trying to make it through summer vacation. This is my first story so feel free to give any and all criticisms
