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Chapter 1: The Assignment
It was dinnertime at the Robinson residence, and everything was great! The frogs played music, everyone was laughing and conversing, even the dinosaur was joyful. Aunt Billie drove the gravy train, Cousin Laszlo flew around, and Carl walked around aiding anyone who might be in need of assistance. Uncle Art bragged about another pizza delivery, Grandpa Bud played with his food, and Aunt Petunia beat her husband relentlessly. Yes, everyone was happy! It wasn't until Tallulah sharply reminded her brother of his literature homework, that everyone turned their attention to this sudden misfortune.
"Crap," the artist thought to himself, "I had had four weeks to work on it and I did nothing. Is school seriously in two days? Short break, man. Hope mom don't say anything."
"LASZLO!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, "You had homework that you refused to do?"
"No!" The young red head defended, "it's not that I refused to it, I merely… forgot."
"Better get it done," his sister articulated behind him.
"What's it about?" asked Franny.
"I have to write a fiction story, and that's about it." Laszlo inquired.
"And why is it so hard to get done?" asked Gaston.
"I… can't… write stories," Laszlo said hesitantly.
"An artist who can't write?" asked Uncle Art.
"I don't work well with words…" Laszlo said bashfully.
"Well, it's just like a painting, except with a story behind it," Cornelius added in.
"I know what writing is. And almost EVERY painting has a story behind it. A picture is worth a thousand words." Laszlo snapped back.
"Then write it all down, dear." Grandma Lucille.
"It's not that easy…" Laszlo stated.
"Well, you aren't doing anything else until you get it done!" his mother harshly declared.
"Hhhmmmmmm….." Laszlo sighed.
He then went up to his room to begin his story.
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