I'm actually writing two days in a row! This is a monster achievement! Most endeavors I take on don't make it off the runway, let alone fly twice. Typically because I'm easily distracted and don't realize my plans have been reduced to ashes until its too late. But here I am, and there you are.
Today I'm going to start off with something from when I was in 2nd grade. The teacher had us write the first sentence of a story or book. I ran across the assignment years and years later while going through my old school stuff that my mom had thought was important enough to keep. I'm very happy she did.
"I don't believe in werewolves." Matt said as he watched the hair grow on his body.
"MATT!"
Matt was jerked out of a wonderfully deep sleep by the voice of his best friend and roommate. "Holy crap, what?" he asked. His voice was thick with sleep and his eyes refused to open more than a crack because of the bright sunlight that streamed through the curtains. "Why are you such a monkey butt?"
"Matthew!" Spencer said, feigning shock. "Language!" Spencer grabbed the comforter under which Matt was laying and yanked it off the bed. The room was cold this morning. Fall was finally creeping in after a summer that had been too long and too hot. The forecast had called for a night in the low forties but it had still been in the mid seventies when Matt had gone to bed so he hadn't turned the heat on.
"Good thing you don't sleep commando! Only pervs sleep naked. I know this because the internets say so."
Matt rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes. "You sleep naked Spence."
"I do not! I sleep nekkid. There's a difference."
Matt spun around and swung his feet out over the edge of the bed and sat up. A huge yawn grabbed him as he stretched his arms above his head. He took the opportunity and flipped Spencer the bird with both hands.
"Being naked means you aren't wearing any clothes." Spencer continued. "Being nekkid means you aren't wearing any clothes," and Matt chimed in so they both said "and you're up to something."
A smile tore through Matt's morning glum. He stood up and a had a full body shiver when his feet hit the cold faux wood flooring.
"Good lord it's chilly this morning. Did you turn on the heat?" Matt asked looking at his friend.
Spencer just gave him the "You know I haven't because I never do and I am disappointed that you would even ask" look. He had patented this look in sixth grade. It had come in very useful when teachers asked if he had done his homework.
"You have been upgraded to turd monkey." Matt grumbled and shouldered past Spencer, heading for the hallway where the thermostat was.
"Turd monkey's are better than monkey butts?" Spencer asked.
"Worse." Matt said. The thermostat was a cheap digital model without a back light. The hall's ceiling lamp didn't work but there was just enough illumination coming from his open bedroom door to make out the black numbers. Sixty two degrees. Matt flipped the switch from cool to heat. "Monkey butts make turds. Monkeys then throw those turds. The monkey on the receiving end is the turd monkey."
"Huh," Spence replied. "I always thought the turd monkey came after the second one."
Matt snorted and shook his head and then stepped into the bathroom to take care of his morning business. When he came out, bladder empty and teeth brushed, Spencer was standing at the other end of the hallway. He was wearing his black leather jacket, a five dollar thrift store treasure, and was jingling his keys.
"I want breakfast." He stated. What he meant was, "We're going to go find some excellent food, which you will pay for, but I will do the driving so we'll be even." This was a fairly normal occurrence and Matt didn't mind too much.
He knew that no matter what happened, Spence would be there for him. They'd known each other for two decades and had some crazy adventures. There had been parent problems, then girl problems, then more girl problems, and loads of other friends, but in the end, it was always the two of them. Matt thought of Spence as his brother and he knew it was mutual.
"Sounds good." Matt replied. He went back into his room and changed clothes. He grabbed his brown leather trench coat, a non thrift store, thousand dollar mall purchase that he did not regret, no matter how much he grumbled when the credit card bill came, and out the door they went.
Page Dividers by @odrau
You could use the #story-mentor tag. Nice group of writers getting tips from @michelle.gent. Some pretty decent fiction over there too.
I will. Thank you!
S-Second grade?
Second grade?!
I wish I had half as much talent now as you did at second grade!
Keep it up, love!
Thank you!