➜ ice breaker challenge

#curatorreview

rated as #blue!

⠀⠀. * ♡◞ ° PART ONE

“So you want me to give an introductory post about myself?” Asked the boy as he climbed into bed, snuggling under his blanket with his iPad on his lap. “How do you want me to do that?” Across the room, the boy’s best friend Ringabel smiled gently. “Try and think up of facts about yourself,” he started. “Maybe input your name, hobbies, or anything you feel is necessary for a post.”

“But... I don’t know how,” the brunet frowned, staring at his blank iPad screen, his thoughts swarming around his brain like a tornado touching land. “I really don’t know where to start, dude.” Ringabel thought for a moment, before his eyes lit up. “How about tell a story about how you and I met? And how I ended up in your world?”

The boy’s frown changed into a grin, nodding in approval. “I like that! Where do I start?”

“You usually start all of your stories with dialogue, Thatcher,” Ringabel pointed out as he stood, reaching for Thatcher’s laptop. Opening the lid up before typing in the laptop’s , he loaded Thatcher’s Google Docs . “See? Dialogue everywhere.”

“You’re not wrong,” Thatcher laughed nervously. “I like dialogue... lots of it. It’s easier to describe things when a person speaks via dialogue than it is writing in third person.”

“I prefer first person, but I suppose that is due to how I write in a journal every day,” Ringabel mused to himself, sitting back down on Thatcher’s sofa chair. “How about we try writing what I suggested? Or, if you want, you could even write a story with yourself speaking to the reader, as you’ve stated dialogue is easier?”

“I love the first idea!” Thatcher beamed, “The second idea sounds easier, though! Let’s do it!”

⠀⠀. * ♡◞ ° PART TWO

“Hello, hello! My name is Thatcher! Well, that’s my preferred name,” the Italian teenager spoke into the mirror. “I’m seventeen and from the east coast of the United States! I love hockey and cats and llamas and—“

“Slow down, sir,” Ringabel interrupted as he peered over Thatcher’s shoulder (barely reaching the boy’s height!). “You should perhaps describe why you enjoy all of those things, one at a time.” Pouting playfully, Thatcher rolled his eyes before clearing his throat. He started once again.

“Hello,” he spoke to the mirror, now visualising he was having a conversation with another person. “My name is Thatcher, and I’m a seventeen year old from the USA. I enjoy writing, because it’s an escape from reality and it has helped me cope for years. Writing is difficult, since you have to draw with words. In my case, I’m always observant.

“I enjoy hockey! Hockey has been my favourite sport, and I enjoy playing street hockey with my big brother. My favourite NHL team is the Pittsburgh Penguins, but I’m in love with Olli Määtä! He’s so cute... I used to play as a goalie for my old hockey team! It wasn’t easy...

“Finally, I love the Bravely series. It’s my absolute favourite video game series of all time, and I am obsessed with Ringabel and Janne—“

“Too bad I don’t like you!” Came a voice from down the hall.

Thatcher made a small ‘urk!’ noise before turning around. He had forgotten Janne, and even the rest of the Bravely series characters, all lived in his house. Well, only he could see them—nobody else was able to. Ringabel stifled a laugh, “Carry on.”

“That’s enough for one day...” Thatcher shrugged before walking back into his bedroom, sinking down onto his bed’s mattress before publishing his story.