Kevin And Daxter: A Fictional Narrative
“Kevin,” shouted his mom, “time for breakfast!”
“Coming,” said Kevin. He got out of bed and looked at his pet weasel, Daxter. He had named him after a character in the video game, “Jak and Daxter.” Daxter looked hungry. “I’ll bring you some bacon from downstairs,” said Kevin. Kevin walked down the stairs.
“There you are,” said his dad, “how’s your hand?”
“Still glowing,” replied Kevin. Kevin’s right hand had been glowing ever since he was born. The doctors were still trying to figure out why. Kevin never wanted his “gift” and for good reason. He was always different from the other kids and was excluded because of it.
Kevin ate pancakes and bacon along with orange juice. He picked up 2 pieces of bacon. “I’m going to give this to Daxter,” said
“Coming,” said Kevin. He got out of bed and looked at his pet weasel, Daxter. He had named him after a character in the video game, “Jak and Daxter.” Daxter looked hungry. “I’ll bring you some bacon from downstairs,” said Kevin. Kevin walked down the stairs.
“There you are,” said his dad, “how’s your hand?”
“Still glowing,” replied Kevin. Kevin’s right hand had been glowing ever since he was born. The doctors were still trying to figure out why. Kevin never wanted his “gift” and for good reason. He was always different from the other kids and was excluded because of it.
Kevin ate pancakes and bacon along with orange juice. He picked up 2 pieces of bacon. “I’m going to give this to Daxter,” said