[Every Friday in English, maybe Thursday if we don't have school Friday, we have a free write for our bellwork, and I decided to write a story-like thing. I don't think it's /bad/ so here it is!]
~"Nathan?" Wolven's voice was shy as she walked towards Nathan. "Nathan?" She could see his tall and lanky figure against the brick wall with that oh-so-familiar bottle in his hand, half-empty. As Wolven approched him, he finally noticed, looking over with dark-blue eyes.
~"Hmmm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Wolven looked up at him with dark-brown eyes and an innocent face. Maybe it was just Nathan that made her so shy and nervous. After all, he wasn't the nicest person around. According to her sister, Luka, Nathan was prone to mood swings, and the scar on the back of Luka's thigh and head sent that message all too well. Twirling a strand of her long, brown hair nervously, she found enough courage to ask.
~"Can..." she asked shyly, "Can you tell me a story...?"
[Constructive critisism is good, but don't be mean about it... I'm doing this in the first five minutes in class, and half the time I'm doing homework due that day at the same time... But suggestions and stuff are appreciated.]
