This is the first story I've written so please review truthfully. If it sucks tell me. If you like it tell me. I'm new at this so give me some tips and pointers please!
Seymour Mouse
By eurochic
Seymour Mouse lived in the sewer underneath 5th avenue in New York City. It was there that he lived with his five brothers and sisters. However, Seymour wasn't that close to them. They weren't very nice people. They never shared their food, and they never agreed on anything. Therefore, Seymour pretty much did his own thing.
Every day, he had the same routine. He would wake up around, well, he didn't really know what time he woke up. You see, the only clock small enough to fit in the sewer was a wristwatch. Unfortunately, no one had ever dropped one of those in the sewer. Seymour just had to rely on his animal instincts to know when to wake up and when to go to sleep.
Anyway, after getting up and getting dressed, Seymour would grab his blue and yellow backpack and head off down the sewer to see Mr. Roger Poe.
Mr. Poe was not a mouse. He was a rat but a nice rat. Most rats in the New York sewer system were criminals or mobsters. Mr. Poe, being the rat that he was, had natural courage. He went aboveground with the humans everyday to retrieve supplies for all inhabitants of the sewer.
Obviously, Mr. Poe didn't just give the stuff away; he sold it. He made a pretty good profit too. No other animal was brave enough to be around humans. So, everyone relied on Mr. Poe for all of their supply needs.
Mr. Poe bought all kinds of things. He bought tissue boxes from his pet rat friends, since they were the only ones who had access to them. Mice used boxes for beds, tables, chairs, and closets. He also bought cotton balls for pillows and blankets.
Mr. Poe got most pf his stuff from Time Square. He found a lot of food and candy wrappers on the ground there, so he didn't have to use his money. There weren't any books small enough for mice and rats, so they used the wrappers as reading material.
Now, of course, everyone has to eat. Mr. Poe went to Central Park, as well, to collect some berries and seeds.
Anyway, back to Seymour's daily routine. Since Seymour already had a bed, pillows, and a table, he normally bought berries and food wrappers. Seymour's favorite thing to do was read.
Once he got what he needed, Seymour and Mr. Poe would talk and talk and talk. Seymour loved listening to Mr. Poe describe his adventures aboveground.
One day, as Mr. Poe was telling a story, Seymour stood up and said, "You know what?"
Mr. Poe looked at Seymour. "What?"
"I'm…I'm tired of imagining what it looks like up there. I want to see it for myself. I want to walk where the humans walk. I want adventure and excitement."
"So?" Mr. Poe was trying to figure out what Seymour was planning.
"So… you're taking me up there with you."