This is my first story ever published publicly by me or anyone. It's short, but I never can think of good starts to a story. The middle is no problem and the end is generally not too hard, but the beginning is just hard for me. Please tell me what to do to make it easier!
Anyways,,,
Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2: Grimoire of the Rift
The Grim Grimoire
Chapter 1
Let the Games Begin
"Luso! Pay attention in class!" Luso rolled his head over to where his teacher was staring at him. He was a fairly average sized teen with brown hair and a fairly bad record with his teacher. It wasn't that Luso disliked the teacher or the subject (English), he just didn't listen and preferred causing minor distractions than working. His teacher sighed as the bell rang.
"Mr. Clemens, kindly stay behind," he said as the rest of the students left for the Christmas Holidays. The teacher walked over to his desk.
"Mr. Clemens, you are a smart student, however, you decide to not show how smart you are. Currently, you're failing. I hope you realize how bad that is, but I will allow you one chance to redeem your poor mark." Luso perked up at this, "You will write me a book report on any book for me by the end of Christmas Break." Luso began to exclaim indignantly at this intrusion upon his time but the teacher quieted him with a look. "You will write me this book report. Now go to the library, sign out a book, and go home." Luso hastily packed his things and departed to the library.
He entered the library quietly, as the librarian hated to be disturbed. He carefully maneuvered around the large piles of books that the librarian hadn't yet cleaned up. He went to the small bookshelf at the back of the library which held the books he liked. As he looked at the books, one caught his eye. He took it off the shelf. It was a brown, leather bound, journal looking book. The title was too faded to read. He opened it and was immediately drawn into the stunning detail the book went into. It was a book of a different world, filled with swords and magic. Right at the middle however, it stopped and was blank. On the last page with writing upon it, the words One is Fated to fill These Barren Pages. Know You His Name? Luso surreptitiously looked around as he pulled his pen out of his pocket. Well, I never pass up a chance to write in a book, he thought as he scrawled 'Luso Clemens' beneath the sentence. Suddenly, the world was illuminated in a bright flash of blinding light, and when it faded, Luso Clemens was gone; the only things remaining were his bag and an unassuming pen lying on the table as if it had been lying there all day.