My new story

I am currently in the process of making a book called "Dragon Killer". I am a junior author so don't be too rough on me. Well here it is:





It's not something that I wanted. I dread doing this, but what else is there to do? With the whole world in chaos and what not, I couldn't do much else. They have to die. They came here to torture us, and it is my job to make them pay.
I was a half breed. Half dragon. I don't even want to imagine how much it hurt for my mom to give birth to me. But anyways, half breed, short version of saying I'm bulletproof, fireproof, and the ultimate killing machine. What does a half dragon half human look like? Well, lucky me, I keep the form of a human. Others aren't so lucky. Others have some weird combination of wings, claws, human flesh, and jagged teeth. But it's the inside that counts.
My skin looks like a perfect tan, which is awesome. Something else about my skin, it's harder than crystal. It's made of ereside, a magic rock that is stronger than steel, but weighs almost nothing. Like I said, I'm lucky. Most half dragons grow heavier than 500 pounds, yet I remain in the 100-150 pound weight, no matter how strong I grow.
It all started in 2005. “Hey, you!”, yelled a store clerk, “No freebies! Get your hands off kid!” “But I'm hungry,” I responded, “my mommy is dead, I don't have nowhere to get food.” The store clerk gave me an annoyed look. “I don't give a crap about your mommy, kid. You can't steal food, understood?” That guy made me so angry. I just wanted a simple bag of grapes. Then he starts talking about Mom... I almost unconsciously punched him. Almost. Looking back at it now makes it look like a clip from America's funniest home videos. I punched him, he fell to the ground, I ran, took the grapes, and ran out.
Outside was the same as usual. People were walking around, chatting, having fun. That never happened to me. All of a sudden I heard a very loud noise. I saw the ground start to shake. Almost immediately had I seen a dragon launch himself out of the ground.

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At this time I had only been four years old. I didn't know reality. Yet I felt some sort of connection to the dragon, like a family member. Who would've known how right that feeling was.
“WHERE IS MY SON?”, bellowed the dragon.
“Daddy, I'm over here! I'm here Daddy!”, I called back. I didn't know why, I still don't know why, but I did. He picked me up, which for some reason didn't scare me. “Ha! So you are! It's been four years son! Come, take my hand, together we can rule the world! Your foolish mother had no idea what it is like to have power. Good thing I killed her, eh?” I bet you believe that any four year old would be able to comprehend what the heck just said. But I understand dragons, more than humans. I also had a hard time controlling my emotions at the time, which of course meant that my father was dead in seconds.

I suggest you make a feedback thread. Once you do I can delete this. But for now remember that whenever a new person starts talking you need to start a new paragraph. Just skimmed over it really quick.

Yeah, I did. I copied and pasted it from my OpenOffice document, but I think I screwed up copying it somehow O_o

Oh, and also to everyone just to let you know, this isn't the beginning of the story.