Chapter I

A New Friend

Okay, first thing you need to know, is that this technically isn't my story. Well okay, I did write it, but the idea isn't mine. The idea came from Michael, my lizard. I know. You're all thinking 'Wait, lizards can't talk.' But then again, lizards can't stand on their hind legs or draw either (well real lizards might be able to draw, but their drawings might look something like this:

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So anyways, you get the idea. So if you're wondering why I'm even bothering with this story when I'm just a normal kid, I'm not. I mean, I am a normal kid, but I do have a story to tell you. My story isn't like a James Patterson book where the main character struggles in middle school, but I do have a 'big imagination' as everyone else calls it.

Okay, enough describing my story, and on with the chapter (I know you're all wondering about Michael, because he said it would happen). To know about how Michael and I first met, you have to go back aways (good thing this isn't a movie or else it might end up like "The Emperor's New Groove", and I hate being a copycat) to when I was about 7 (I'm 12 right now, so I've had Michael for a awhile), when I had a family member just die (my great uncle Ferdinand) and I needed some comfort. But Mom was too upset to really offer much comfort, so one day when I opened the door, I saw a lizard as tall as me standing in the doorway (I know what you're thinking, and yes I imagined him in the doorway and I did it so that someone could comfort me), and ever since then, me and Michael have been friends ever since (if any of you tell me to 'stop talking to that lizard', I will find out where you live and punch you in your sleep).