"So, now what?" I asked Flare. "Well, there's not much I need to do know other than explain everything. But, there sure is a lot and it's probably gonna take a while, anyway. I'll just, through out time, explain things." Flare answered. "So, what do you want to do?" I said. "I don't know." He said. I heard him bite through the hard candy.
"Oh." He said. "What?" I asked. "Is this watermelon?" He said. I found it kind of funny how a dragon is wondering what flavor a Jolly Rancher is. "Um, yes. If the wrapper was pink." I answered.
Flare looked at the window in the corner of his eye. "Good." He said.
"I'm... gonna be right back." I said. Then, I scampered out of the room. I picked up my diary from the table outside of my room and went inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I locked it.
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Spirit
RandomTHIS IS MY CHILDHOOD FAIRY TALE THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 9 =D SO THIS IS WHAT "IF 9-YEAR OLD TYPH WROTE A STORY" LOOKS LIKE AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DREAGONS BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I RIGHT. PLEASE ENJOY A HORRIBLE PLOT LINE AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. THANK...
