Well, day three of the challenge and it was change your point of view.
I hate writing first person (only a handful of good authors pull it off, so I can comfortably read it – ie Dick Francis). Well, here goes nothing:
I know what I saw.
His mama made him shut up using only her fingernails. I know fingernails diggin’ into someone’s skin because the colors disappeared bit by bit and that’s what I saw. How come no one ever listens to me?
Maybe Evan will listen to me. He doesn’t treat me like a baby! I’m the quote artist partner and he lets me draw around whatever quotes he found and typed up. Yesterday, he found a quote to match a picture I gave him.
I know what I saw and I know it hurt, even if he smiled, trying to pretend nothin’ hurt. I know he knows I saw because he put a finger to his lips and mouthed ‘shh’ like the library lady does if we’re crammed in the book mobile.
I know what I saw and I know he doesn’t want me to tell. He thinks he’s by himself, alone, even if he doesn’t have brothers and sisters like I do.
I know what I saw and I’m gonna change that, because I can be like a super hero – a small secret super hero – and make someone, like my big brother, hear me and change it.