8 1/2 years later...
I was checking my ChatBook with Flare. "What is ChatBook?" He asked. "It's a social media where you can post stuff and things like that." I answered. "Oh. Sounds dumb :P" Flare said.
"Wanna make and account?" I offered. "Sure. Why not," He answered.
"I'm going to make my name Steven Dawnson." Flare said. I giggled a little bit. "What? It's already taken?" Flare said. "Look at his profile for fun." I suggested.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" Flare yelled. "WHAT? What it is!?" I asked. "THIS KID HAS A SPIRIT DRAGON! And, just look at what he's doing! Posting all about him!" Flare responded. I peeked over to his screen. Steven Dawnson's posts page was full of pictures of his spirit dragon. "What??? WHY!?" I scream-whispered. "'Cause he's dumb, that's why." Flare said. I could tell he was good at controlling his anger. "I understand that it's bad to tell the world about it, but, why exactly?" I asked. "Because you're humans! You do weird things! Researchers will eventually make up some kind of technology that will allow us to be visible to everyone, and then they'll research us or put us in a zoo or something! For some reason, this guy's spirit dragon allowed him to do this kind of poop! We have to tell this guy to stop! Is there some way we can secretly chat him?" Flare said. "Um, yeah! But, you need to make an account first. I don't know what to tell the guy, anyway." I responded. "Fine. I'll do it." Flare said.
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RandomTHIS IS MY CHILDHOOD FAIRY TALE THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 9 =D SO THIS IS WHAT "IF 9-YEAR OLD TYPH WROTE A STORY" LOOKS LIKE AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DREAGONS BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I RIGHT. PLEASE ENJOY A HORRIBLE PLOT LINE AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. THANK...
