Lizard Boy: and the Violet Bomber

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Standing next to her. Feeling her cool breath wash over my face. Now I knew where I belonged. I struggled in effort, but finally managed to grasp her hand. We stared in to the stars. "Forever," I agreed.

It was so far, the best day of my life.
The meadow was as beautiful as ever; green, shiny, and smelled like buttery popcorn.
I reached my hand over my head to flip my hair out of my face. You might be some ordinary kid now, but one day, you could be famous. I believed my dad, I believed in him.
My father was my role model. He looked just like me, only more muscular, and a lot more ugly. Maybe the reason I was tan, was because of the hours I would spend in this meadow. Probably also why my hair was blond. What I didn't understand, was why my eyes were so white. What normal person has snow colored eyes?
I sat mumbling more things about me that were nonsense, when I heard a strange noise in the trees.
I looked over at my sister, who was still doing her tricks. She was always doing these gymnastics tricks. She was currently doing a front flip, easy with her skinny, teenager body. I never did understand why she was so talented in those things, while I wasn't. Yet, I was just a seven year old.
I chuckled to myself still looking at my sister.
Next thing I knew, there was a gunshot. Lena fell to the ground, her long brunette hair lying across the river.
I raced over there, and a lizard climbed onto my leg. I shook it around, but it stayed clung on. I just forgot about it and sprung my body across Lena's.
"Lena!" I cried. "Wake up please!"
"Doug, call mom," she pleaded. I nodded and pulled the phone from my pocket. I quickly dialed and she picked up almost immediately. "Mom, get down to the meadow. Now, please!"
While I sat crying to myself, I stared back at the purple, long lizard.
Still, hanging on.
I saw a face in the woods, and I stood up to go chase it. The shadows disappeared, and I still raced after them. There was gunfire, and I found myself on the ground. I screamed bloody murder and stared into the horrible, dark twenty feet long trees.
A feint voice from afar whispered to me slowly as I took his last breath,KILL, and I looked at his knee, only to find the lizard, still haunting my leg.
I woke up slowly in the hospital, but I didn't feel like me. I felt like someone more courageous, stronger, faster, just plain... better.
Next to my frosted bed, lay my sister. She was still unconscious. I got out of my bed and attempted, unsuccessfully, to get into the little boys' room.
So I had to scream, and finally, I was allowed to go to the bathroom. The doctor really seemed upset with me.
In the bathroom I was "taking care of business" when i noticed how hard my skin was. I wondered if the lizard was still on my knee.
I bent my head over to check, and just as I knew it would happen, the lizard was gone. I sighed in both relief and disappointment.
I grinned to myself, ha ha, I could be the lizard boy if it was still there. Yeah, Lizard Boy.

TO BE CONTINUED.....
We don't like it because it screams,
We like it because its BRUTEL

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Hi! I'm Narniafreak!

Well, the title really caught my attention. I was like Lizard Boy? Sweet! And it was rather interesting what happened. The beginning part in italics really caught me. However, I wasn't sure if that went with the whole beginning of his sister getting shot and stuff. Oh and I liked how he has "snow-colored" eyes. It definitely shows that he's different and that something about him will make this story very interesting.

Okay, according to what I read, Doug is seven? Well, it didn't really sound like a seven year old was talking. He sounded older, which is fine if it's him thinking back about this event but it didn't sound like that either. I have issues with this too, because I have flashbacks of my character at age six and it's hard to make it sound young enough.

A feint voice from afar whispered to me slowly as I took his last breath,KILL, and I looked at his knee, only to find the lizard, still haunting my leg.

Alright. This part, confused me entirely. First, who did Doug take "his" last breath, are you talking about the "feint voice" and the "KILL"? And then it says that Doug looked at "his" knees only to find the lizard on Doug's leg. Is he the shooter? You might just want to clear that up for me. Sorry.

Well, I have other questions, but the way this went I'm sure you are going to answer them later! Well, if you put more up please PM for a review and I'd love to read more. Great start! It has a good idea going. :]

-Narniafreak!



In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening