Mettles

Chapter 1

If you don't believe me just have a look for yourself. What is that? I'm not sure, but I think I just discovered a new power. Good job son, just don't let it go to your head.

1 day earlier:

Now today class your assignment is to write an essay on what you want to be when you grow up. I see alot of potential in all of you, who knows, maybe one day you'll save the world.

This is it, my time to show my true powers. I've always wanted to be a writer. I could never finish a book because I never found my own topics to be interesting. This is my chance to shine. Mrs. Shyson never had any favorites. I'm hoping that if I'm able to show her my talent, them I'll be treated like the star pupil that I am. It's not just writing. I love to draw but I gave up a long while ago.
That's the bell, time to go home and write my masterpiece. When the world finally sees my talent I will die being known as the greatest author/artist in the history of the universe. People will doubt me, but they can never ignore me.

"William, it's time for dinner:, my mother shout from the bottom of the stairs. "Your father and I haven't seen you all day, what has you so busy"? "I was finishing my homework mother, I said excitedly".
"Well what was the homework about", asked my mother. "I have to describe what I want to be when I grow up", I said with a big grin on my face. "Why don't you read it to us dear", said my mother. "Of course mother", I said.

"Ever since I was able to handle a writing utensil, I always felt a three way connection between myself, the paper, and the pencil". "Creativity has kept me running since birth". "I love putting my mind to good use and creating the best stories to fill the world with inspiration and culture". "Not only do i like to write I am a wizard at drawing". "Anything I drew always made me feel like it had a mind of its own". "So when I grow up i hope to be the greatest author/artist in the history of the universe".

My mother took a long pause and glanced into my father's eyes. He looked blown away, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. "That was astounding", my mother said. "Thanks mother", I said estaticly. "Mother I have finished my dinner, may I head to my room to finish up for the night", I asked ever so politely. "Of course you may dear", said my mother.

It's that time of the night for me where I draw the first thing that comes to mind so I never forget the idea. While drawing I begin to lose track of time and start to dose off. I feel my eyes slowly shut and everything fades to black as I finish the drawing.