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Marcus, Chapter 0, Quarrel, Prologue
O.K.--
So this is a story I've been working on....one I might get published and sell for a bit. This is a draft, not the final thing.
THIS STORY HAS NO TITLE YET, So I'm going for 'Marcus' as my Beta title until I can get a good title. The codename I put instead of Marcus was "Guardian Story" but it sucks for being a Beta...
This is the prologue chapter. Please review for a bit, need some editors for this ^^;
It was not even the night of day, only a few hours since he last got out of school; and at the midday of the week, seeing how things were going with him, Marcus knew he wasn’t going to make it. He constantly kept near his black tail while frightened, eyeing at the white loop pattern on his tail. He kept stroking back his headfur, stressing out more than ever.
He texted to one of his friends for the past hour, being stuck inside his bedroom, talking to him about the situation he had. His friend knew about his situation, always trying to kick the can along the road from ever acknowledging it; now the can’s hit along a wall and can’t be gone any further.
[I dont think this can go any further,] he texted to his friend.
[Wat do u mean man??] he texted back, [Dont worry about it, no one will know]
[Dude, I know you’ve helped me forget this situation, but i truly think it can’t go any further]
[Look, Marky, u cant always stress out on this. If they were to find out, they cant do much on u, youre their son]
[I really hope so right now…Im scared]
[Don’t be, nothing to be scared of. Look, just listen to me- just--]
Halfway into reading his text message, Marcus heard his mother yell out his name. Not in a standard chore yell, but in a very serious yell. More stress crawled over his fur, thinking the worst of what might happen. He slowly crept out of his room and walked toward the living room of where not only his mother stood, but also his father (more like sitting), both of them skunks. His father sat down on the love chair, holding a small glass of liquor, almost full.
“Marcus-Leonard…” His father started, staring at him in a flat tone, “…We need to talk.”
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Quarrel.
So this is a story I've been working on....one I might get published and sell for a bit. This is a draft, not the final thing.
THIS STORY HAS NO TITLE YET, So I'm going for 'Marcus' as my Beta title until I can get a good title. The codename I put instead of Marcus was "Guardian Story" but it sucks for being a Beta...
This is the prologue chapter. Please review for a bit, need some editors for this ^^;
It was not even the night of day, only a few hours since he last got out of school; and at the midday of the week, seeing how things were going with him, Marcus knew he wasn’t going to make it. He constantly kept near his black tail while frightened, eyeing at the white loop pattern on his tail. He kept stroking back his headfur, stressing out more than ever.
He texted to one of his friends for the past hour, being stuck inside his bedroom, talking to him about the situation he had. His friend knew about his situation, always trying to kick the can along the road from ever acknowledging it; now the can’s hit along a wall and can’t be gone any further.
[I dont think this can go any further,] he texted to his friend.
[Wat do u mean man??] he texted back, [Dont worry about it, no one will know]
[Dude, I know you’ve helped me forget this situation, but i truly think it can’t go any further]
[Look, Marky, u cant always stress out on this. If they were to find out, they cant do much on u, youre their son]
[I really hope so right now…Im scared]
[Don’t be, nothing to be scared of. Look, just listen to me- just--]
Halfway into reading his text message, Marcus heard his mother yell out his name. Not in a standard chore yell, but in a very serious yell. More stress crawled over his fur, thinking the worst of what might happen. He slowly crept out of his room and walked toward the living room of where not only his mother stood, but also his father (more like sitting), both of them skunks. His father sat down on the love chair, holding a small glass of liquor, almost full.
“Marcus-Leonard…” His father started, staring at him in a flat tone, “…We need to talk.”
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Quarrel.
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