Teen Angst - Writers Forum

Vman23 · 05-04-2008, 10:16 PM

The day of her entrance into my life was fairly routine. I got home from school, I ate a frozen pizza that had too much sauce and not enough cheese, and than I sat around with no urge to do anything productive.
I don’t know if it was purposeful, but my main hobby was to sit in my room and watch movie while looking up obscure television trivia on the internet. I could do that for hours without getting bored. You know how sometimes you get that feeling like your missing out on something big in life? I got it every five minutes, but than something interesting on the internet would make it pass.
My mom was home early from her job at a charter bus company on this day. She walked into my room and although I expected to have to do some type of work, she simply told me that we had received somebody else’s mail.
“That’s great mom, do we have any popcorn?”
She threw the letter at me, hitting me in the face.
“Go down the street and give this letter to it’s owner.”
Complaining would be have been futile, so after falling out of bed and throwing on some shoes I was on my way. The letter was addressed to Henry Winters, the address only a few houses down from where I lived. The thought of having to walk a few houses depressed me.
I was wearing sweat pants and an All-4 One t-shirt as I rung the doorbell a few times.
With my luck, Henry Winters was probably going to be a mean old gypsy who would think that I tried to steal his mail and would respond by putting a curse on me.
“Are you home, Mr. Henry?“ I had left a half eaten bowl of Captain Crunch back in my room, and I knew it was going to be soggy beyond belief if I didn’t get back there soon. And nobody was answering the door so I figured he wasn’t home.
That’s when the door slowly creaked open. I looked closely, expect nothing if not an axe coming out of nowhere and striking me in the head. Hey, I had seen every horror movie known to man.
I saw the hair first. Long, straight hair, the color brown fascinating more than it ever had before. The eyes revealed themselves next, green and mysterious. The whole top half of her body was leaning out soon, and I was mightily impressed. The girls at my school didn’t look like this. Lean, well developed, and pretty face even though it was obvious she wasn’t wearing any make-up. She was ravishing in her complete splendor. A tank top and pajamas was her choice of clothing.
And I was in love. The hell with Captain Crunch, this girl became priority number one.
But I was fourteen so whose to say I even knew what love was? My opinion of love had been shaped by many movies where the man and the women would have problems but would always end up together. The eternal happy ending, it didn’t seem to fit with the life I was living. Ever time I got rejected I became more jaded towards the idea of love existing. In high school, love seemed to have been replaced with cynicism and sarcasm.
But if this wasn’t love, than it was a painful imitation. I noticed her friendly smile from the start, but also saw something deeper. Her eyes made me think that she was somehow dissatisfied with life. There was a sadness there that served as an undertone to all her beauty.
Predictably. I suddenly became a robot who had seemingly malfunctioned.
“Um, hello”.
I was on the edge of the porch, and she had opened the door fully. Now it was just about saying the right thing.
And absolutely nothing was coming to mind. I knew their was something I was supposed to say, but I couldn’t get it out.
“Hi, I’m Tracy, can I help you with something?“ She smiled and awaited an answer.
Her speech patterns were of course working fine. You don‘t get nervous around somebody you have no interest in. I, on the other hand, was a hopeless wreck.
“Yo, what‘s up?”
Damn, why did I always bust out the slang in front of the good looking girls?
“ I‘m uh Anthony“
Snap out of it, bitch! My head said to my heart. To make things worse, a Boys 2 Men song had begun to play lightly in my head.
She noticed the letter in my hand and slowly grabbed for it. I froze as she glanced it over and than looked back at me.
That smile, she gave it effortlessly. And it was so satisfying, like seeing her smile had made my day complete.
“Thanks, I’ll give this to my dad when he gets home from work.“
So her last name was Winters, and this was her residence, or at least her dad lived here. But she couldn’t live here, I would have noticed somebody like this living in my neighborhood .
I snapped out of my inner thought for a moment since I saw that she was closing the door. I might never have any reason to approach her again, so this would be my only chance. I looked past her, into her living room where I saw a big screen television with the movie “American Beauty” playing. I wasn’t a big fan of the movie, but I had to betray my interest in movies for a moment.
“Is that American Beauty?”
“Yeah, it‘s my favorite movie”, she answered.
Well, that’s alright, I thought. She doesn’t need to agree with my taste in movies.
“Could I check out a few minutes of it over here? I don’t have cable at my house.”
It seemed logical, plus it was true. My parents had canceled the cable in order to cut costs. I studied her expression, which in turn seemed to be studying me for a few moments. She was deciding whether or not she should trust this strange guy in sweat pants.
I didn’t think I had done enough to be accused of stalkerism, if that’s even a word. She looked in a pair of eyes that I thought gave off a truly wholesome vibe. I was close to a boy-scout, and unfortunately I lacked any sense of dangerousness that might attract a women like this.
She must have seen something trustworthy since she said “Sure, no problem”, and allowed me to enter the house.
This was the most exciting thing to happen to me since the day I had a found a five dollar bill in the left pocket of my gym shorts.
It was a very upscale residence, with a Persian rug and portraits from famous artists posted up against the wall. I took my shoes off without her asking and didn’t dare to even breath on anything in fear of possibly tainting it.
She offered me a seat on her sofa, so I sat down and acted like I was really interested in the movie. Kevin Spacey had won an academy award, but I thought his performance was overrated. Tracy though seemed to be completely engrossed. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t think of anything interesting to say. .
We sat in silence, and than it came to me. I got it! Ask her what grade she’s in!
“Freshman”, she answered.
Wow!
“In college”, she added. My hopes deflating with her words.
Well, she was officially out of my league and out of my universe.
“I’m in high school”, I said pathetically. She also mentioned that she went to an out of state university, and would be going back in in a week. It had been too good to be true.
We continued watching the movie. I had so much to say and so little to say.
“Umm, so do you have a boyfriend?” I asked nonchalantly.
She turned her attention to me.
“I’m not really looking for one”, she said. I nodded, and turned back to the television.
“I don’t have a girlfriend either”, I said a few moments later.
She picked up the remote control and muted the television.
“Why don’t you?” She asked, as she laid back on the couch.
I had never been required to give an answer on the spot like this.
“It just hasn’t worked out for me.”
“Why hasn’t it worked out?”
For the first time, I was more interesting to her than the movie.
“I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just not good with girls?”
“It isn’t Calculus or anything.”
“Yeah, but it’s not exactly Art either.”.
“What is the problem specifically?”
And than, like a daytime talk show, I found myself opening up to her like I had only done previously in my own mind. I didn’t know why, maybe it was that uncanny smile she possessed. Maybe it was because I was feeling desperately alone in my feelings. Whatever the reason, I emptied out the contents of my heart. I told her earnestly about my consistent bad luck with girls.
She listened to everything I had to say with curious eyes. And than she made us both a cup of hot chocolate.
“This is really good”, I said after a few sips.
It was getting late and my mom was probably wondering where I was so, so I decided to leave. You don’t want to overextend yourself on the first meeting. I asked her if it was alright for me to come back.
“Don’t you have a bunch of high school friends?” She questioned.
“Well, yeah, well, no. There is, no wait, no I guess not.”
She mentioned that while she was here, I was welcome to come over and hang out any time. I found that as much free time as I had, she seemed to have even more. She would go out at nights with old friends, but during the day she was always home.
I have to admit, having feelings for somebody really makes the days go by faster. It’s like suddenly you have a purpose in life. The world smelled better, tasted better, and suddenly being popular in high school didn’t seem to be so important. I spent the next few days going to school, and than hanging with Tracy afterwards.
She was nice and she had a real keen sense of humor. We got along nicely, although we seemed to always be talking more about my life than hers. In fact, she was great at talking without revealing anything in-depth about herself. She was closely guarded about some things, as if she was only willing to reveal a certain part of her life to me.
The most personal thing she told me about her parents and how they were worried about her being in another state. She had always wanted to be out on her own and she was enjoying the freedom that came with it.
I wanted to ask her what her post college plans were, but it never came up.
We were sitting in her basement one day when she sat dangerously close to me, maybe only dangerous to me. I looked ahead blankly and than turned to see her giving a look that she had never given me before. She put her right hand on my leg and than she spread her fingers. I felt himself get a little bit excited and I responded by moving around a bit.
“Tracy, this is a little bit uncomfortable for me”, I said with the confidence of a peasant.
“Why is me putting my hand on your leg uncomfortable for you?“
I thought about it. I’m a man, this should be natural. I realized that I was really just a boy, an inexperienced boy sitting on a couch with a girl who had the type of life experience that I may never know.
“I really don’t know. I guess cause we’re friends”.
“Historically, the most epic loves begin with friendship”, she said.
That was certainly the synopsis for every teen movie I had seen. Remember the good old days when you didn’t have things like sexual tension? It would never be that way again. It was anxiousness and my tendency to something stupid when I was tense that worried me.
I looked deep in her eyes and saw the friendly smile return. I was smiling myself now, proud without reason. And than I turned my whole body towards her.
“You know, in the movies this is usually when two characters suddenly start kissing”.
The tradition of me saying something stupid when I was nervous had continued. Silence had never been so awkward as it was for me on that couch. I stared to laugh, trying to return the scene to some sort of realm of normalcy, but Tracy remained quiet.
“Wow, I’m such a goof.” I said while forcing a laugh.
”You were just speaking the truth”
”Yeah I guess, I was joking though.”
“Yeah but it was a natural thing to say”.
More silence. I discovered how little I knew about girls I didn’t know how to respond.
”So, did you see the basketball game last night?”
“What basketball game?’
“I don’t know”, I answered quickly.

The day that she was leaving was approaching, and I was full of nerves. I wanted to tell her something, but I didn’t know what or how to do it. She was too old for me right now, I needed to mature and conquer high school before I had any chance with Tracy. But I wanted to somehow express to her that she was important to me.
A mix tape, it was a classic display of affinity and affection. I had pieced together through a few conversations some idea of what her favorite music was. Her taste in music and movies was radically different than mine, but that was alright. It was like Rocky and Adrienne, we filled each others gaps.
The day before she was leaving, I decided to try to find out a little bit more about her college life.
“Hey Tracy, what is it like at college?”
I was curious why someone like her wasn’t in a relationship. Nearly every attractive girl I had ever met was already tied up. She had a spunky personality on top of that.
She was putting some clothes in her dryer, but stopped for a second.
“I was with a guy last year. I guess I thought I was in love, but it didn’t work out”, was all she said.
“I’m sorry.” I actually wasn’t sorry. It just seemed like the right thing to say.
“It’s nothing to be sorry about. Love can be here today and gone tomorrow.“
“I guess”.
“How about you?“ She said turning the subject back to me. “Have you ever been in love?“
I thought back to all the girls I liked. Normally, it had been about physical attractiveness since I hadn‘t gotten to the stage of getting to know them on a personal level. If they weren‘t good looking, than I usually found myself in the role of being just a friend. But there were times when my feelings were too strong just to be infatuation.
“I remember back in Kindergarten, I thought I was in love with this girl named Natalie. The other kids seemed to only care about finger painting and nap time, but I was completely enthralled with her. I wasn’t the most perceptive kid, but man I thought she was perfect.”
“Did you act on it?
“I couldn’t. She liked two other boys instead of me. It was a romantic quadrangle. “
“You mean a square?”
“Uh right, well she didn’t like me very much anyways. One day she let me borrow her colored pencils and her crayons, and I gave them back to her all mixed together in one box. She told the teacher and I got put in timeout.”
Tracy laughed. “Wow, the girl you liked busting you.”
“It was worse because this was the day we were making Gingerbread houses and I didn’t get to make one. I was kind of scorned I guess. I didn’t like another girl until Stephanie in the third grade”.
“Did you have any better luck with her?”
“No”, I said flatly. “I saw the movie Aladdin, and I wanted Stephanie to be my Jasmine. But it literally would have taken a magic carpet for me to win her over.”
“Did you tell her how you felt?”
“I didn’t come out and say it directly, but it had to be noticeable. The teacher would count off students and put them into groups by whatever number they were given, so I’d calculate and always make sure that I ended up in her group. And I sat across from her at the lunch table every day, and even gave her my apple sauce since I knew it was her favorite.”
“But she never knew you liked her?”
“I’m sure she did. On Valentines Day, I left a card on her desk which was not uncommon since in elementary school everybody gets a Valentines day card. But mine was special, I tucked a Hershey kiss inside of it. And it’s not like a Hershey kiss is that easy to get when you’re a third grader.“
“So what happened?“
“I stood by the pencil sharpener, pretending to be sharpening my pencil but really just watching closely as she opened it. And she looked real happy. But the smile had nothing to do with her having affection for me, she just really liked Hershey kisses.”
“Sorry”.
“Its nothing to be sorry about. Well, alright, in my case it is. You would think just by statistical probability that a girl would have fallen for me by now and not the other way around. The few girls I’ve been out with have not even been all that physical attractive to me.“
“Is that important to you?“
“That the girl is attractive? Well yeah. Personality is important, but she has to look decent or it’s a waste of time. Thus, my past relationships have been pointless.“
“You‘ll change that while your in high school, I‘m sure of it”.
She suggested that the key was not to try to hard, and to come off as if nobody was on my mind but myself.
“Do you mean I should be sort of egocentric?“ I asked with bewildered eyes.
“You don’t have to be that way, but you have to give off that kind of vibe. The guys that try too hard come off as desperate, and once you lose a girl’s respect, you’ll never get it back.”
That shouldn’t be so hard, I thought. All I have to do is give off a vibe that I’m a mysterious, self-centered guy with a more mature sense of humor than the average high school guy. Wait, how the hell do I do that?
“Girls like a guy who sounds like he knows what he’s talking about”, was another piece of advice that Tracy laid on me. I had always paid close attention to how my classmates talked, and was always surprised to find that my natural way of speaking appeared to be more intellectual and laced with a higher vocabulary than what they were saying. I guess it came from watching many academy award nominated movies.
“Just call me Mr. S-A-T”, I said confidently.
“And remember, always be complimentive towards women”.
“Are they going to be complimentive towards me?”
“No, not on a normal basis.”
“So it’s going to be me saying ‘you look nice’, and than she says thanks, but she doesn’t tell me that I look nice? That’s not right”.
“That’s just how it is”.
It was an answer that Tracy used for a lot of my questions.
When I gave her the mix tape, she looked happy but still I saw that hint of sadness in her eyes. I wondered if I would ever see the day where she looked one hundred percent happy.
“So, back to college huh?“
“Yeah, but I’ll be back in the summer”.
She wouldn’t be. No matter what happened to me over the next few years, I would always wait for her to come home during the summer. But she didn’t. I kept in touch with her online, but I couldn’t find a way to see her. Apparently, she got into a nasty argument with her parents that was keeping her from coming home. I figured that she might not come home until after she graduated. At that point, I would be a senior in high school. She wouldn’t be too old for me than. I would have to make her see me as something different when she came back, I would have to be ready.
But for right than, I was just a lonely guy in high school who was losing the only girl I cared for. I had only known her for a week, crazy how I felt like I hadn‘t even lived before meeting her. We didn’t kiss goodbye, or even hug. I didn’t bring her flowers, or candy, I just said a simple goodbye and let her leave. And for a little while, life returned to mediocrity. -

Wildcard · 05-07-2008, 02:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Vman23

The day of her entrance into my life was fairly routine. I got home from school, I ate a frozen pizza that had too much sauce and not enough cheese, and than I sat around with no urge to do anything productive.
I don’t know if it was purposeful, but my main hobby was to sit in my room and watch movieS while looking up obscure television trivia on the internet. I could do that for hours without getting bored. You know how sometimes you get that feeling like your missing out on something big in life? I got it every five minutes, but thEN something interesting on the internet would make it pass.
My mom was home early from her job at a charter bus company thAT day. She walked into my room and although I expected to have to do some type of work, she simply told me that we had received somebody else’s mail.
“That’s great mom, do we have any popcorn?”
She threw the letter at me, hitting me in the face.
“Go down the street and give this letter to it’s owner.”
Complaining would have been futile, so after falling out of bed and throwing on some shoes I was on my way. The letter was addressed to Henry Winters, the address only a few houses down from where I lived. The thought of having to walk a few houses depressed me.
I was wearing sweat pants and an All-4 One t-shirt as I rung the doorbell a few times.
With my luck, Henry Winters was probably going to be a mean old gypsy who would think that I tried to steal his mail and would respond by putting a curse on me. (FUNNY)
“Are you home, Mr. Henry?“ I had left a half eaten bowl of Captain Crunch back in my room, and I knew it was going to be soggy beyond belief if I didn’t get back there soon. And nobody was answering the door so I figured he wasn’t home.
That’s when the door slowly creaked open. I looked closely, expecting an axe to come out of nowhere and strike me in the head. Hey, I had seen every horror movie known to man.
I saw the hair first. Long, straight hair, the color brown fascinating me more than it ever had before. The eyes revealed themselves next, green and mysterious. The whole top half of her body was leaning out soon, and I was mightily impressed. The girls at my school didn’t look like this. Lean, well developed, and a pretty face even though it was obvious she wasn’t wearing any make-up. She was ravishing in her complete splendor. A tank top and pajamas was her choice of clothing.
And I was in love. The hell with Captain Crunch, this girl became priority number one.
But I was fourteen so whose to say I even knew what love was? My opinion of love had been shaped by many movies where the man and the woman would have problems but would always end up together. The eternal happy ending. It didn’t seem to fit with the life I was living. Every time I got rejected I became more jaded towards the idea of love existing. In high school, love seemed to have been replaced with cynicism and sarcasm.
But if this wasn’t love, than it was a painful imitation. I noticed her friendly smile from the start, but also saw something deeper. Her eyes made me think that she was somehow dissatisfied with life. There was a sadness there that served as an undertone to all her beauty.
Predictably. I suddenly became a robot who had seemingly malfunctioned.
“Um, hello”.
I was on the edge of the porch, and she had opened the door fully. Now it was just about saying the right thing.
And absolutely nothing was coming to mind. I knew thier was something I was supposed to say, but I couldn’t get it out.
“Hi, I’m Tracy, can I help you with something?“ She smiled and awaited an answer.
Her speech patterns were of course working fine. You don‘t get nervous around somebody you have no interest in. I, on the other hand, was a hopeless wreck.
“Yo, what‘s up?”
Damn, why did I always bust out the slang in front of the good looking girls?
“ I‘m uh Anthony“
Snap out of it, bitch! My head said to my heart. To make things worse, a Boys 2 Men song had begun to play lightly in my head.
She noticed the letter in my hand and slowly grabbed for it. I froze as she glanced it over and than looked back at me.
That smile, she gave it effortlessly. And it was so satisfying, like seeing her smile had made my day complete.
“Thanks, I’ll give this to my dad when he gets home from work.“
So her last name was Winters, and this was her residence, or at least her dad lived here. But she couldn’t live here, I would have noticed somebody like this living in my neighborhood .
I snapped out of my inner thought for a moment, since I saw that she was closing the door. I might never have any reason to approach her again, so this would be my only chance. I looked past her, into her living room where I saw a big screen television with the movie “American Beauty” playing. I wasn’t a big fan of the movie, but I had to betray my interest in movies for a moment.
“Is that American Beauty?”
“Yeah, it‘s my favorite movie”, she answered.
Well, that’s alright, I thought. She doesn’t need to agree with my taste in movies.
“Could I check out a few minutes of it over here? I don’t have cable at my house.”
It seemed logical, plus it was true. My parents had canceled the cable in order to cut costs. I studied her expression, which in turn seemed to be studying me for a few moments. She was deciding whether or not she should trust this strange guy in sweat pants.
I didn’t think I had done enough to be accused of stalkerism, if that’s even a word(Funny). She looked in a pair of eyes that I thought gave off a truly wholesome vibe (This part I dont get). I was close to a boy-scout, and unfortunately I lacked any sense of danger that might attract a women like this (I dont think this works. To stereotype a girl you haven't gotten to know yet...hmm, dunno).
She must have seen something trustworthy since she said “Sure, no problem”, and allowed me to enter the house.
This was the most exciting thing to happen to me since the day I had found a five dollar bill in the left pocket of my gym shorts.(Don't know if I would call that exciting)
It was a very upscale residence, with a Persian rug and portraits from famous artists posted up against the wall. I took my shoes off without her asking and didn’t dare to even breath on anything in fear of possibly tainting it.
She offered me a seat on her sofa, so I sat down and acted like I was really interested in the movie. Kevin Spacey had won an academy award, but I thought his performance was overrated. Tracy though seemed to be completely engrossed. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t think of anything interesting to say. .
We sat in silence, and than it came to me. I got it! Ask her what grade she’s in!
“Freshman”, she answered.
Wow!
“In college”, she added. My hopes deflating with her words.
Well, she was officially out of my league and out of my universe.
“I’m in high school”, I said pathetically. She also mentioned that she went to an out of state university, and would be going back in a week. It had been too good to be true.
We continued watching the movie. I had so much to say and so little to say.
“Umm, so do you have a boyfriend?” I asked nonchalantly.
She turned her attention to me.
“I’m not really looking for one”, she said. I nodded, and turned back to the television.
“I don’t have a girlfriend either”, I said a few moments later.
She picked up the remote control and muted the television.
“Why don’t you?” She asked, as she laid back on the couch.
I had never been required to give an answer on the spot like this.
“It just hasn’t worked out for me.”
“Why hasn’t it worked out?”
For the first time, I was more interesting to her than the movie.
“I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just not good with girls?”
“It isn’t Calculus or anything.”
“Yeah, but it’s not exactly Art either.”.
“What is the problem specifically?”
And then, like a daytime talk show, I found myself opening up to her like I had only done previously in my own mind(Not sure if you need this in here). I didn’t know why, maybe it was that uncanny smile she possessed. Maybe it was because I was feeling desperately alone in my feelings(This definately does not work here). Whatever the reason, I emptied out the contents of my heart. I told her earnestly about my consistent bad luck with girls.
She listened to everything I had to say with curious eyes. And then she made us both a cup of hot chocolate.
“This is really good”, I said after a few sips.
It was getting late and my mom was probably wondering where I was, so I decided to leave. You don’t want to overextend yourself on the first meeting. I asked her if it was alright for me to come back.
“Don’t you have a bunch of high school friends?” She questioned.
“Well yeah, well, no. There is, no wait, no I guess not.”(A tad confusing. I think you consider revising this bit)
She mentioned that while she was here, I was welcome to come over and hang out any time. I found that as much free time as I had, she seemed to have even more. She would go out at nights with old friends, but during the day she was always home.
I have to admit, having feelings for somebody really makes the days go by faster. It’s like suddenly you have a purpose in life. The world smelled better, tasted better, and suddenly being popular in high school didn’t seem to be so important. I spent the next few days going to school, and than hanging with Tracy afterwards.
She was nice and she had a real keen sense of humor. We got along nicely, although we seemed to always be talking more about my life than hers. In fact, she was great at talking without revealing anything in-depth about herself. She was closely guarded about some things, as if she was only willing to reveal a certain part of her life to me.
The most personal thing she told me about her parents and how they were worried about her being in another state. She had always wanted to be out on her own and she was enjoying the freedom that came with it.
I wanted to ask her what her post college plans were, but it never came up.
We were sitting in her basement one day when she sat dangerously close to me, maybe only dangerous to me. I looked ahead blankly and than turned to see her giving a look that she had never given me before. She put her right hand on my leg and than she spread her fingers. I felt himself get a little bit excited and I responded by moving around a bit.
“Tracy, this is a little bit uncomfortable for me”, I said with the confidence of a peasant.
“Why is me putting my hand on your leg uncomfortable for you?“
I thought about it. I’m a man, this should be natural. I realized that I was really just a boy, an inexperienced boy sitting on a couch with a girl who had the type of life experience that I may never know.
“I really don’t know. I guess cause we’re friends”.
“Historically, the most epic loves begin with friendship”, she said.
That was certainly the synopsis for every teen movie I had seen. Remember the good old days when you didn’t have things like sexual tension? It would never be that way again. It was anxiousness and my tendency to something stupid when I was tense that worried me.
I looked deep in her eyes and saw the friendly smile return. I was smiling myself now, proud without reason. And than I turned my whole body towards her.
“You know, in the movies this is usually when two characters suddenly start kissing”.
The tradition of me saying something stupid when I was nervous had continued. Silence had never been so awkward as it was for me on that couch. I stared to laugh, trying to return the scene to some sort of realm of normalcy, but Tracy remained quiet.
“Wow, I’m such a goof.” I said while forcing a laugh.
”You were just speaking the truth”
”Yeah I guess, I was joking though.”
“Yeah but it was a natural thing to say”.
More silence. I discovered how little I knew about girls I didn’t know how to respond.
”So, did you see the basketball game last night?”
“What basketball game?’
“I don’t know”, I answered quickly.

Wildcard · 05-07-2008, 02:34 PM

This is very good. I love the dialogue here and it was very well written. You definately have a good imagination and a great sense of humour. I'm looking foward to seeing more works from you.

W.C~~

Vman23 · 05-09-2008, 12:00 AM

Thanks for the feedback. I've been working on a teen novel, but absolutely need to improve on the grammar end. I'll post some more snippets soon.