As soon as Charlie and Ashley walked through the door, Spinach was meowing.
"Shut up, I'll get to you!" Ashley scolded playfully. Glancing nervously around, she checked to see if the apartment was somewhat clean. To her relief, beyond a thick layer of cat hair on everything, it was.
"Make yourself at-"
"What are these?" Charlie asked, holding up a notebook. The notebook.
Ashley didn't even know how she got by her so fast. "Um... Those are private."
Without taking her eyes off the page, Charlie spoke. "They're good. Really good."
Heat climbed up Ashley's neck and to her face. "Ummm... Thanks?"
Suddenly, the cover was shut. "Sorry, I'm so sorry." Charlie said, avoiding Ashley's eyes.
"It's ok. It's all right. I actually kinda wanted an opinion on them anyway. I'm glad you like them."
"Well, there are some things..." Charlie caught herself, stopping.
"What things?"
"Well..." Charlie dug the tip of her shoe into the floor. "You could use a rhyme scheme, and maybe better word choice? I don't know, I'm just spewing random stuff."
"Can-can you show me?" Ashley asked, her voice even quieter than usual.
Charlie looked up with a big smile on her face. "I'd love to."
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Short StoryTeen writer Ashley Burke is a quiet girl in her home city The Big Apple. Because of her shyness, Ashley keeps most of her things to herself, including her writing. So when Ashley is finally ready to come out with her best work, she looks on Wattpad...
