Here's another good book... I wonder what it's about...

The BOOK.

HUH?

The BOOK?

What's going on?

The BOOK!

The book? Why does it keep saying it over and over?

Yes, yes... you are a book. NOW CAN WE GET ON WITH THE STORY?!

The BOOK?!

The BOOK??!!

HOW MANY TIMES ARE WE GOING THROUGH THIS?!!!!!

The BOOK???!!!

Is that all that is popping up?!

I'm honestly going to leave.

Well, it IS because of YOU, reader, that there is no book.

Why me?! Why my fault?!

You are the Owner of this story!

No, I'm not.

It's because you have no imagination that there isn't a story!

Seriously? I am the reader! I am not supposed to make the story.

Well, what do you want the book to be about? a cat?!

Not a bad idea...

Okay, Once Upon A time there was a cat who loved her family. She was lazy but they still loved her.

            The End.

WHAT KIND OF STORY IS THAT??!!

I TOLD you I'm not supposed to write the story.

Oh, brother...

Then, I guess it's up to me!

smiled at me as she takes a seat to eat the delicious meal that she cooked. ‘’So, what did you do today?’’ She asked. ‘’Oh, nothing much. I read my book. Played my guitar. Played with Cookie.’’ Cookie was my dog, by the way. ‘’Oh, and also I heard a splash from a tail. I think it’s a dolphin. I WAS going to see it, but YOU interrupted me.’’ My mom smiled. ‘’ Sorry, pumpkin. Well, this vacation was a- little boring, don’t you think?’’ I nodded. ‘’Yep, definitely boring. I was suffering from boredom ALL day! Tomorrow, I’m going to swim in the ocean.’’ My mom’s eyes grew wide. ‘’Going swimming?! In the ocean? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’’ I look at her in surprise. ‘’Hmm?’’ I said, feeling baffled. ‘’There are sharks. SHARKS!’’ ‘’Mom, you’re not scared of sharks. You are always interested in them!’’ It’s true. She LOVES learning about sharks. ‘’I know, but- I just don’t want you going there!’’ ‘’But, mom- ‘’ ‘’NO!’’ She interrupted me. ‘’I do NOT want YOU going THERE! You STAY HERE. Do you understand?’’ ‘’Mom...''

''Do you understand?''

I gulped. ‘’Understand- I mean yes!’’ Her face softened. ‘’Good. Now finish that taco or I’ll eat it.’’ I smiled at her, but I wanted to go to the ocean. Will I forbid my mother’s wish and disobey her? I look at my mom. She didn’t seem to be worried about me. I took a deep breath. Tonight, at night, I will see the ocean, I thought. The ocean seemed to be calling me. I had to go. I just HAD to.

How was it?

Terrible. Go on.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

N-Narrator?

No, it's the author, Alaina Rodriguez, and you stole my story.

I DIDN'T KNOW!

I think it was the narrator's fault. He told me to write a story.

No, I didn't.

BOTH OF YOU, LEAVE THIS STORY! I was supposed to write an essay!

Y-yes ma'am.

Narrator: Right away, Alaina!