Sidron tapped his claws against the computer table. He was unsure about writing. How was he suppose to start? Writing reports and essays for classes gave him head aches. The boil just couldn't fathom sitting down and writing stories. He just liked reading.
But that was the point of being shipped off to this school. Try new things. "I guess I could give it a try..." He finally mumbled under his breath.
Viva Viola