Nate sat back at his desk after finishing his essay. Everything seemed to have worked out fine. Nate looked around his room, glad to home. He often wished he could live as a classy victorian gentleman but then there would be no anime, video games, cool fan art or purple hair dye. Nate felt like he had learned some valuable lessons from this experience:
~ Never lend out books to your dad because he will never give them back.
~Don't write fast and messy because you will never be able to read it later.
~Never leave history homework to the last minute but all other homework is fine.
Nate took in the ice blue walls of his room that was littered with nerdy posters and canvasses, the comfy double bed with skull bed sheets, the shelf full of knick-knacks and was falling apart from the amount of books crammed in to any available space finally his eyes wondered over his desk, the fnaf Foxy plushie head, the old photos and a mug of tea in a Marvel cup. 'Huh,' thought Nate 'I must have made it before I left,' the mug was half full of strong, sweet tea with little milk. Nate dipped his pinkie in, just as he suspected, due to it being forgotten it had become,
Stone cold.
Ahhh! The end! A short chapter but I hope you guys enjoyed my story, it's no master piece but it was a ton of fun to write and I know I was vague about most things but it is quite late at night and I've been putting my weight on one arm for too long and now my shoulder feels like there's a knife lodged in it so thinking of real physics about Einstein's theory of relativity that made sense is extremely hard right now but either way even if I get no recognition in the contest this is entering, I still enjoyed writing it and feel free to check out my other works especially my guides on writing and grammar as they have the same sort of tone as this book. Stay classy and I'll see ya next time! J-N
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Stone Cold
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