My older sister opened the door and we got in. "I need to tell you something when we get home." Flare whispered to me. We were on the freeway and I was wondering if that Steven was the real one we were looking for. We'd be extremely lucky if he was. He could've been on the other side of the world... speaking English.
When we got home, I plopped my bag and binder on the ground and ran upstairs. Flare followed behind me and entered my bedroom. "So, what was that you wanted to tell me?" i asked him sorta curious. "So, ya' know how dragons in that other world I was talking about can't really do anything? Well, I can't contact them in any sort of way when tey're there. And, my friend just got a Spirit Child thingy and he said he knew a dragon that got a Steven. Now, I told him to get the most popular social media before we enter 'Earth' so we can get in touch. Well, oh boy ChatBook! You saved our lives! This social media can always be trusted! ;1 Anyway, that's how he told me." Flare said. "Oh. So, can they, like, trade Spirit Children?" i asked. "NOPE. Just like you can't trade Spirit Dragons. Unless... Never mind. Nope." He answered. "So, now what?" I asked. "Well, first off, these quotation marks are taking up too much of our space!"
Flare: There we go!
Jane: How did you,
Flare: Okay, anyway, I can always tell my friend, Blaze, to tell Chark, the guy with Steven, to tell us EVERYTHING and maybe we can meet up.
Jane: Yeah, we can do that, but doesn't Chark know it's not right to post Spirit Dragons
Flare: Nope. He's super dumb.
Jane: Oh.
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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...
