Hey Guys! So I haven't written for you guys in a while, but I'm back! Enjoy my new second generation story!
Chapter 1: Sylvester
What he was thinking was anyone's guess. He just sat in front of the blank TV screen, hands folded over his lap, his bright green eyes staring at the black screen. He had a calm expression of content on his face, but there was something off. Normally after school, he would turn on the news and see what happened during the day, but not today. What was going on inside that football-shaped head of his? I couldn't take it anymore! I had to know what he was thinking.
I tipped-toed my way over to the chair that he was sitting in. He had to have heard me come in, but he didn't take any notice. I got closer to the big chair that he was sitting in. I was so close to him, I could see every individual dark blonde hair that covered the top of his head.
I took a breath to supply my lungs the air necessary to ask him the question that needed to be asked.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Thinking." He answered calmly, in his normal voice.
"Oh, okay." Then I skipped away. He lost my interest. I can try to figure out my brother another day. After all, he was my brother, and I will always have him.
There's the first chapter! I tried writing in more detail. In case you were wondering, yes Sylvester is the one the narrator is talking about, and if you read my other stories, you know who the narrator is!
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