Post by ~Draven~ on Apr 29, 2011 8:06:36 GMT -5
Writing usually came easy to the eleven-year old. He was gifted with amazing creativity and his grammar was spot-on with a college graduate. All he really had to do was put the writing utensil in his hand and get writing: the words just fell onto the paper as if his magic were the one doing the work. Things were being written almost before he thought of them. It was effortless, and he could do it for hours.
Most of the time.
As it turned out, writing a letter to his parents containing the first lie he'd ever told in his life was really difficult. He had to fib that one part but make it and everything surrounding it sound genuine. The growing pile of crumpled up pieces of parchment on the floor next to him was a testament to how well that was going. The boy's hair was a mess as well from excessive head scratching, and he had little ink splotches on his face. His eyes were sunken from lack of rest, for he refused to go to bed until this letter was finished even if that meant having to deal with a pounding headache. Which it did.
Draven groaned and rubbed his temples, further smearing ink on himself as he stared at what he had written so far.
Hi Mum and Dad,
How are you? Are the girls behaving themselves? Is work going well? Things are going great here at Firefox. I'm having fun in all my classes, learning a whole lot and getting on the good side of all my professors. I've even made some friends too! Imagine that, your shy little son, making friends for the first time ever. One of my friends is even teaching me some advanced spells! He's a fourth year so he knows a lot more than I do. I think the first years are getting jealous of everything I can do already.
The school is taking a trip to Italy this summer! Anyone can go, and I was wondering if you'd be--
"NO!" Draven grabbed the unfinished letter and crumpled it up in his hand. "No, no, no, no, no!" He flung it into the pile, not noticing as it rolled down to the bottom. "Wrong! Utter rubbish. Start over." Letting out a loud sigh he pulled another piece of parchment in front him and dipped his quill back in the ink. "Try again."
Hi Mum and Dad,
I'm doing great here! The school grounds are lovely and--
"NO!" He didn't even bother crumpling that piece up. He threw it behind him quite unceremoniously and slammed his head on the table.
"...Ow."
Most of the time.
As it turned out, writing a letter to his parents containing the first lie he'd ever told in his life was really difficult. He had to fib that one part but make it and everything surrounding it sound genuine. The growing pile of crumpled up pieces of parchment on the floor next to him was a testament to how well that was going. The boy's hair was a mess as well from excessive head scratching, and he had little ink splotches on his face. His eyes were sunken from lack of rest, for he refused to go to bed until this letter was finished even if that meant having to deal with a pounding headache. Which it did.
Draven groaned and rubbed his temples, further smearing ink on himself as he stared at what he had written so far.
Hi Mum and Dad,
How are you? Are the girls behaving themselves? Is work going well? Things are going great here at Firefox. I'm having fun in all my classes, learning a whole lot and getting on the good side of all my professors. I've even made some friends too! Imagine that, your shy little son, making friends for the first time ever. One of my friends is even teaching me some advanced spells! He's a fourth year so he knows a lot more than I do. I think the first years are getting jealous of everything I can do already.
The school is taking a trip to Italy this summer! Anyone can go, and I was wondering if you'd be--
"NO!" Draven grabbed the unfinished letter and crumpled it up in his hand. "No, no, no, no, no!" He flung it into the pile, not noticing as it rolled down to the bottom. "Wrong! Utter rubbish. Start over." Letting out a loud sigh he pulled another piece of parchment in front him and dipped his quill back in the ink. "Try again."
Hi Mum and Dad,
I'm doing great here! The school grounds are lovely and--
"NO!" He didn't even bother crumpling that piece up. He threw it behind him quite unceremoniously and slammed his head on the table.
"...Ow."