Branson walked into the kitchen the other day and found me bent over my laptop.
“What are you doing, Mom?”
“Writing a story, B.”
“Is it for your blog thing?”
“Yep.”
“If I write a story will you put it on your blog?”
“Yep.”
10 minutes later the rough (and final) draft landed on my desk.
So…here ya go, Bran. Keep up that writing thing.
Me and My Friend Hudson Key.
Once upon a time, my friend invited me over. His name was Hudson Key. First, we had an airsoft war. He hit me on the shoulder. I sed, “you are dead!” So I got his machine gun and hit him on the leg. And he sed “I give up!”
So then we got on our skateboards and I got on his bike and went off the ramp and did half a front flip and had no helmet on. My shoulder was gushing blood out. So I never went off a ramp on a bike again!
REAL STORY