Danny stepped up to the glass counter, throwing his loose book bag over his narrow shoulders. He slapped the slim green box on the counter before hiking up his pants and belt. The guy behind the counter seemed uninterested in him as his eyes gazed to the back of the game store where two kids were making a mess of a shelf while they giggled.
I’m not exactly sure what I thought was going to happen. I had my first entry for my writing entry done last week, but I didn’t set it up to post until Monday morning. What do you suppose was the reason for potentially delaying?