Issac the Brilliant

It All Starts Here!

It's a nice day outside and we just came in, "So you know how you are the best at writing?" Mara asked, surprisingly because since when was I the best? "Maybe." I said, not really showing expression. "You could write and publish your own books! Maybe books that have 350 pages." Mara replied, my brain is turning around because my friends do not talk to me like this, "No way! I mean I am born to write but not to have twice the amount of fame as James Patterson or L. Pichon!" I spoke from my mind, we're walking to our home classroom when the biggest loser, Nigel steps up to us and says, "Hey, Issac Newton! Did you eat that apple yet?" Oh, we've got Comedy Nigel here, I'm so scared! No.

Mara pushes Nigel to the ground and hard as well because the loser seemed hurt. Anyways we enter the class and everyone is sitting in their spots obviously, it's the first day, so I sit next to Mara and Henry, although I like sitting in the front I sit at the back. Hey, I actually could be the next Roald Dahl, but if I want to then I'm going to have to try as hard as possible because there is no way you can win a trophy by writing one single picture book. (you can but I'm not good at picture stories so I can't)...