This is a random idea I came up with. I thought it sounded coool so I tried to write it. Here is the frist draft of Chapter 1;

 I sighed as I slid my notebook into my checkered backpack. I zipped it close, slung it over my shoulder, and walked over into the living room where my oldest brother, Ryan, who kindly agreed to let me stay in his house until I turn 18, waited.

"Got everything?" he asked me.

 I nodded.

"Okay.  What time do you leave?"

"7:45."

 It was the first day of school and I was nervous. I preplanned everything last night from clothes to how I was getting there. I didn't have a car, yet, so that took some negotiating with Ryan. After a few minutes of arguin he got mad and said whatever. So I could drive there in his truck, but he had to come with to take it back; apprently he 'needed' it.

 I turned around and walked into the kitchen. I pulled my back pack off and set it on the table. Just then Ryan walked in, his phone in hands.

"Never mind. I don't need the truck today. My friend backed out: he got the flu."

 I swiped the keys from the table and mumbled, "Aw. Hope he feels better." I glanced at the clock; 7:35 a.m. I grabbed my backpack, slung it on my shoulder, and walked to the door. "Bye!" I threw over my shoulder as I walked out. I sprinted to the black Titan in the driveway. I unlocked it, got in, revved the engine and backed out.

 Rain softly poures out of the clouds. Wind softly tugged at the tree on the side eof the road. The prefect day for the first day of school. I pulled up into the driveway of the school.

How is it?! Oh and this isn't all of it. I have another paragraph waiting to be posted.

I like it.

Is anything else going to happen?

Like what? Teh Dragon is curious.

 The school looked like it had survived a lot. The red bricks werfe a fading red; like a dying rose color. Some of the bricks were chipping, revealing a white color underneath. THe concrete sidewalks were cracking too much and loosing their color. Up the flag pole were the two flags; the USA flag, which was ripping and tearing, and the State Of Washington flag, which was getting ready to rip its 50th time.

 The school's color was a big contrast to the forest surrounding it.

 I parked close to the office. I turned the enginge off, grabbed my backpack and opened the door. Locking the truck, I jumped out; I slid my backpack on to my shoulder and walked to the office doors.

 I pushed open the doors and walked to the front desk.

 Her name was Mrs. Collin. Her red hair was flowing down her back. Her black eyes stared intently on the computer screen in front of her. She looked up and sighed. "Name?" she murmured.

"Hawk.

 She turned to the left and opened a file drawer. She shuffled through the H's and pulled out a sheet of paper; my schedule. She handed it to me and went back to her computer. As I walked away, I heard a bing and a hushed, "Yesss."

 Teachers these days, I though.

 I looked over my schedule. At the bottom was my locker number, combonation and directions to get to it. I walked to my locker; seeing no one else in the halls.

 When I got to my locker, someone stood beside it; my best friend Tori.

 Her long brown curly ringlets danced around her shoulders. She wore black Converse shoes with white skulls on them. She had black pants and blue v-neck shirt on. She turned around, going to look at the clock above me head. Her dark blue eyes widened at the sight of me.

 I ran over to her and gave her a quick hug. "That's your locker?" I say like its a bad thing.

 Her eyes brows srunched up. "Why?"

 "Cause this one's mine!" I shout, opening my locker.

 There. That's some more of it. The deion of Tori is a draft. I might krewrite it.....

I still like it, but I'm waiting for something excieting to happen...