A Man Named Mike

This is about a man named Mike. Now, you may be wondering how interesting a story about a man named Mike could possibly be. The truth is, not very, not until this point in his life at least, at his age of thirty five. Mike has been quite normal all of his life.

He started out as a baby, and quickly grew up. He stayed in school, said no to drugs, went to college, and got a teaching degree. All Mike knew was school, and he frankly didn’t mind it. He didn’t see any reason why not to work there as well. So, Mike became a school teacher, a fairly good one too. The students liked and respected him. The same went for his coworkers. Everything went very well for him after that. He bought a nice house, married his pleasant girlfriend and had two healthy children, a boy and a girl.

Mike named his son after his father and his daughter after his wife’s aunt, or something. Well, I believe it was something along the lines of that. Well, his wife said that her aunt was a role model to her growing up, and she passed away while his wife was in her twenties unexpectedly. To be honest, that’s probably not what actually happened. You see, I’m just going off Mike’s memories here, and if he doesn’t remember or care, I’m the one left with a whole in the story. I make things up every once in a while, so sue me!

Anyways, like I said in the first paragraph, Mike was very normal until the age of thirty five. Now, this didn’t happen on his thirty fifth birthday, like a mid-life crisis or something. It didn’t even happen in the morning, like he woke up feeling differently, or even while he was teaching, like as if he came to a sudden epiphany. No this abnormality came just as the dismissal bell rang.

What was this weird thing which made Mike so different all...

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...ll of the majority of this story, and was taken to the hospital because no one really knew what was wrong with him. I personally don’t think any medical officials would guess Mike was a dragon, but they could. There might also be same kind of rare disorder in which people do these kinds of things like Mike, just out of the blue.

Anyways, I guess I’m done with this story. To tell you the truth, I’ve never ended a story before now. All I’ve really done is follow Mike around until this point, but I don’t know where he is. Wait, is he dead? No, I’m sure he’s fine. He’s off doing things Mike does now, like being a dragon; however you choose to interpret it. Look how far we’ve come, all the way from a trout to a dragon. Way to go Mike.

I suppose you want me to officially end the story now. How do narrators usually end things? By saying The End? Yea, The End, that’s good.