Hi! It's me again with another chapter! Well, okay, here's chapter one. Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: I really want them to use email… but I don't own FMA, so I can't.
I: It's a Writing Thing
Roy wasn't expecting a reply. Especially not from some strange girl that sends thank you notes to people. Not even he does that, even if he doesn't really receive many gifts from relatives, more so distant relatives. Mostly it's his parents that give him gifts, so all he needs to do is say think you to them, since they live in the same house anyways.
He looked at the envelope again. It was the first time he ever received a letter over the mail. It wasn't really directly addressed to him; it was addressed to the initials he placed on the letter, his initials. R.M. And since he was the only R.M. in the family, he guessed this time it was addressed to him.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the clean sheet of paper with the same neat handwriting he saw in the other letter. It was just a thank you letter for telling her about it… and about his handwriting. It wrote there asking if he used crayon to write the letter.
"My handwriting?!" He took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. He said that he did not use crayons and his hand writing is still legible! But as he was writing it, somebody knocked on the door. He turned around. It was his friend at the time, Luke, paying him a visit. "What 'cha got there?"
"I'm trying to tell this girl that I have legible handwriting!" he blurted out.
"Girl?" Luke peeked over to the letter. "Are you sure? You look as if you're sending the poor girl scribbles."
"Scribbles?!" Roy looked at the letter again.
"You'll need to improve your handwriting, pal," he said. "Besides, it's a girl you're writing to."
"Humph," Roy said. "What do you know about girls?"
"Not much, but something like that," Luke pointed to the paper on the table. "Definitely won't turn on any girl." Luke pulled out a notebook and flipped it open. "This is legible handwriting. Yours looks like you're born to be a doctor."
"Doctor?" Roy repeated. He didn't get that. What does handwriting got to do with being a doctor?
"Don't you know that doctors have illegible handwriting? They're known for that. So unless you're really going to be a doctor in the future, you'd better fix that handwriting," Luke said.
"I'm not going to be a doctor in the future," Roy protested. "I told you before that I'm going to become an Alchemist, weren't you listening?"
"Sure you are, your circles look like oblongs," Luke said.
"They do?" Roy asked and drew a circle on a paper.
"Definitely an oblong," Luke said.
"Is not!" Roy protested.
"Is too!" Luke fired back.
"Okay, what are you boys fighting about now?" They heard from the doorway. They turned to see a tall woman with dark eyes and long light brown hair. "Mom?" Roy exclaimed then grabbed the paper from the table and flashed it. "Does this look like a circle or an oblong?"
"Looks like an oval," his mom said.
"Wow, thanks mom," Roy said gloomily and turned back to the desk.
"Elizabeth! There's mail for you!" she heard her mom call. Riza was outside talking to the girl that lived next door. "Coming! Excuse me," she turned and took the letter from her mom. "Thanks mom. I wonder who would write to me…?"
"Don't ask," her friend said. "Just open it."
Riza slowly opened the envelope to take out a partly crumpled, partly folded up, and partly torn piece of paper. She paused for a minute to read it then exclaimed: "That freak!"
Riza turned on her heel and ran in, leaving the paper to fly and be caught by her friend, who read it to see what the heck got her so mad.
I did not write it with crayon. Maybe if you weren't such a manner obsessed person you wouldn't notice XP
RM
"Who's this?" she asked when Riza came out.
"Just some freak that I sent mail to around three days ago," Riza said.
"So you're sending each other mail just so you can fight?" she asked. "Or maybe it's just L-O…" With that, Riza's face turned in a bright shade of pink. "It is not!"
"Touchy," she said. "So what did you write?"
"That's a secret."
Present Time
"Sir, concerning your handwriting…" Riza said as she picked up the piece of paper from the table. She flashed it to his face and pointed at a word. "What did this say?"
"Please, Hawkeye, you can read, can't you?" Roy asked coolly as he stared at a paper in his hand.
"Yes, sir, I can but can't read this word you wrote here," she poked at the paper. "Do I need to underline it for you? I mark these reports and you'll have to write it all over again…" Riza took a pen from the table.
"Let me see that," Roy said, grabbing the reports from Riza and looking at the word Riza was pointing at. Damn, he thought. She knows all my weak spots. And extra work is one of them. "It said 'this'."
"No, sir, even though that isn't quite legible, I was referring to that one over there," Riza said, walking over to the table and pointing at another word.
"But I can read that word!" Roy said.
"Good, how about telling me what it is?" Riza said.
"When I said that I can read it, I meant that you should be able to as well," Roy said.
Riza sighed. "Just tell me what it is, sir."
"It said 'people'," he said. Then he sighed when Riza went out. He pulled out a piece of paper from the table.
I am not manner obsessed, my mom told me to write to you, and you better start improving your handwriting or it'll be bad for the rest of your life.
RH
Aha! Roy has bad handwriting! Well, people, my first chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my story! Thanks for reading! I hope you liked my first chapter; the speed of my update depends on the number of reviews. The sap still needs to be taken from some trees from the forest.
Next Chapter: School's a Problem
The title may change, but that's what the chapter's about. (smiles)