I'm here, just tired, with a headache, and feeling really hot.
Shai-na and Sunny-nan~ Just a pointer for your writing. I'm sure how to explain it, so I'll show an example.
"Hello!" he said.
"Hello," she replied.
"Nothing much, you? Just got a bike."
So when you have dialogue, but no describing, I guess I'll call it, just the dialogue, you separate the two and make them their own paragraphs.
also, Na, you put the punctuation inside the quotation marks, so it's "Uhmmmmm," not "Uhmmmmm", and in the example I was using, the proper punctuation would be a period, not a comma.
Chels~ I HAVE ARM SOCKS. they are so soft.
Na~ changed the first post.
'cause some people are OFF TOPIC!
*tries hard not to point at NA*
woo high alpha! *high fives back*
I know! gah.
YES! we need to scream at her.
I walked home with Seth, leaning against his chest, eyelids still drooping. I blinked hard. "Apparently being in a life-threatening situation and deceiving a vampire can really take it out of you," I yawned. "Once I get home, I'm going to curl up with a good book. I think Damon? Maybe Jace, he's like Damon, but shows his emotions more. Fred or Dan would be good, too. They're honest, hardworking people. I like them. Sally and Dan are a good match," I added thoughtfully. Seth didn't bother trying to understand. Good. He was learning fast. I closed my eyes for a moment, and almost fell over when Seth stopped suddenly. "What the hell, Clearwater!" I grumbled.
"Who... is... he?" Seth said, voice measured. I opened my eyes and dropped my jaw.
"Gideon?!?" I called, disbelieving. He was sitting on my steps, reading. "What are you
"Who is he?" Seth asked, voice still in the controlled calm.
"Someone whose parents own the new used bookstore. Shush a moment, please, and don't change, okay?" I begged, eyes flicking from Gideon, to Seth, and back again.
"Hi Maeve!" Gideon said cheerfully, obliviously, innocently, complete with a wave.
"Hi," I answered warily, walking up to him. "How do you know where I live? What are doing here? And--"
Gideon cut me off with a laugh. "Yellow Pages," he explained, and stood up beside me. He was way taller than me, despite my non-average height.
"Why?" I repeated, not blinking. My sister Bekah would be good at this. She has the coldest glare ever. I tried to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling inside.
"I got tickets to Lolapalooza in Chicago, with Stars, Arcade Fire--"
"Metric, and a whole whack of other amazing people," I completed. "But i just met you. I doubt my Mom would agree..."
~h. f. e. l.