[She knows he's right, of course. Still, there's something inherently different about having talent at something like art and how to figure out how to stay upright on a skateboard, or beat level 8 on Dragon's Lair.]
Yeah, maybe.
[It would still be risky. A hoverboard would be different from a skateboard. The chances of falling would be higher for her. Falling would make noise. She sighs inaudibly and leans back against the headboard of Will's bed, watching him work.]
I like to write.
[She's not sure what prompts her to admit this, something she hasn't told anyone, ever. Essays in school came to her easily, but she likes to write fiction. Sometimes poetry. She ends up tossing most of it back home, worried that Billy would find it. That it would give him more reason to ridicule her.]
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Yeah, maybe.
[It would still be risky. A hoverboard would be different from a skateboard. The chances of falling would be higher for her. Falling would make noise. She sighs inaudibly and leans back against the headboard of Will's bed, watching him work.]
I like to write.
[She's not sure what prompts her to admit this, something she hasn't told anyone, ever. Essays in school came to her easily, but she likes to write fiction. Sometimes poetry. She ends up tossing most of it back home, worried that Billy would find it. That it would give him more reason to ridicule her.]