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Diamond Dragon
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Reading a book on a summer's night. That was one of Jasper Crosby's favorite things to do. Glancing up from his book, the 17 year old gazed out to the wooded backyard--or what he could see of it with the aid of the yellow porch light. He could make out the tree line, and a few individual trees, but the rest was shadow.
Jasper didn't mind the dark much though. As long as he had a light to read by, he was fine. Without even looking at the paper plate, he reaching out and picked up a chocolate chip cookie that his mother made. Then he bit into it as his green eyes went back down to the pale pages of his book. It was a fantasy, about a teenaged apprentice learning to become an archer, and of the adventures and difficulties that came his way.
Man...Jasper would love to have an adventure like that. But he had to admit it: he wasn't the type of kid to dive headfirst into danger like that. Quite the opposite really. He was too cautious about practically everything. He sighed, glancing up again as a breeze ruffled through his long, almost emo styled black hair. Still, he could dream, couldn't he?
Jasper didn't mind the dark much though. As long as he had a light to read by, he was fine. Without even looking at the paper plate, he reaching out and picked up a chocolate chip cookie that his mother made. Then he bit into it as his green eyes went back down to the pale pages of his book. It was a fantasy, about a teenaged apprentice learning to become an archer, and of the adventures and difficulties that came his way.
Man...Jasper would love to have an adventure like that. But he had to admit it: he wasn't the type of kid to dive headfirst into danger like that. Quite the opposite really. He was too cautious about practically everything. He sighed, glancing up again as a breeze ruffled through his long, almost emo styled black hair. Still, he could dream, couldn't he?