Your Hero
Ned sat down on the chair, mentally grumping about how it had no arms and was just like the stereotypical waiting room chair - the kind that looked inviting and comfy, but within minutes of having a sitter revealed its true colors as a rock with a horribly angled back rest. Pushing away the unbidden question of how he even owned one of those, he made an effort to focus on the task at hand, looking to the clipboard and piece of paper precariously balanced on his crossed legs then to the person sitting not too far away from him. Thankfully, it was his sister with no one else present, so he could freely drop his studious facade whenever he pleased. Clearing his throat, Ned asked his question, feeling quietly annoyed that his structuring seemed way too simple. "So, what sort of person would your hero be? What sort of qualities would he have?"
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RandomTis' a group of my essays that I do impromptu every Friday. Hopefully I'll succeed in putting up a new installment every week until who knows. Feel free to say whatever you think about any of them. I appreciate any feedback.
