(Ollie POV) (I plan on going through all 4 of them before rotating back around) My notebook, which nearly every page had been filled with parts for stories, sat right in front of me, eraser shavings around my notebook,and Nate sitting across from me, and my backpack sitting under my chair, with my phone, Kody's old headphones since he'd gotten earbuds recently, and a lot of writing supplies, from pens to oragami paper. A flipped through the pages, I needed to decide on a story for this month's writer's activity, and I was supposed to host it, more like Kody is gonna although. Some people have done little markets, some contests with prizes, and then some people had someone older come and teach us stuff, I've been thinking about doing a market or a cafe type thing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nate's hand tapping beside my notebook. I looked up, confused because normally he doesn't need much from me. I saw the computer next to him had been turned to face me, he was asking what I was going to do for the writer’s activity. My mind went blank, I wanted to tell him, I could've spoken, but I didn't, nothing came out, my mouth moved, but there wasn't enough air to say anything, until I whispered something, "Market... or cafe... I was thinking," my voice, as Nate described it, was soft, like a baby bunny's fur, quiet, but distinguishable, one that you don't hear very often. It was rare that I said anything at all, I voiced my opinions in other ways.
