CHAPTER 2
After almost a month of using the Notebook, the novelty of being the youngest Scribblenaut wore off, but Max still knew that he had a certain responsibility to help everyone he could, just like the other Scribblenauts do. He had even found a Scribblenaut web chat, but the site hadn't let him in until he lied about his age. He explained his position to the moderators, who agreed to let him stay. Max signed on as Prodigy and found some of the regulars. He was still new to the whole Scribblenaut thing, and he had some questions that needed to be answered.
Prodigy: Hey guys.
ScribbleNote: yo, Prod. Sup?
Inky: Hey Max.
Prodigy: Not much, Scrib.
Prodigy: Inkster!
Inky: Haha, lol. What brings u here 2day?
Prodigy: I has a question.
ScribbleNote: Shoot.
Prodigy: I was dealing with a house fire a few days ago (wrote "Rain", btw) and it got me thinking…
Prodigy: What happens if the Notebook gets destroyed?
Inky: Don't worry bout that, prod.
ScribbleNote: A Notebook can only be destroyed with fire from it's own pages.
Prodigy: Kool!
Inky: So it's pretty foolproof, as long as you don't play with your own fire.
Prodigy: Is having to destroy your Notebook, like, the ultimate punishment?
ScribbleNote: Yea, or the consequence of losing a Scribbleduel.
Prodigy: ?
Inky: It's complicated.
Prodigy: w/e, I g2g. L8r!
ScribbleNote: kk, c u
Prodigy has disconnected.
Max pushed himself away from the computer. Realizing it was just wasting space for now, he gave it a quick tap. It melted into ink and sunk into the floor, looking for a way back to the Earth. He could write another one when he needed it."Max! School!"
"Coming!" Max shouted. Quickly shoving his Notebook into his backpack, he realized that the longer he kept it from his parents, the more embarrassing it was going to be when they found out. Now, he thought to himself. I have to do it now…