I love writing from a kid's POV.
Over at CTR forums we're doing a fic in round. Just for funzies really. I wrote a section from little Corey's perspective. There are a couple of typos, but I still think it's cute enough to share. I hope you get a giggle. Super Secret Special Agent Corey was on the case. Tucked down behind a large blue van, he watched the feet of the bad guys in black suits. Peering between the wheels, Corey nearly snickered. Nearly snickered—he didn’t, because super secret special agents don’t snicker. The Evil Ones in the black suits would never find him. They were completely in the wrong part of the parking lot! Corey felt a tap on his shoulder and looked at Super Secret Special Agent Zach. Zach held his index finger to his lips and Corey nodded. It was time for Operation: Be Quiet. Corey’s clothes became that suit he always saw James Bond wear as he crawled under the van. James Bond was the best! But that point wasn’t for now. No. Now needed secrecy and stealth even if the Evil Ones were still in the wrong part of the parking lot. What idiots! “Corey!” Hearing the familiar voice, Corey looked toward his mother. She sounded completely panicked. All he could see was her feet and the dangling straps of his backpack. This wasn’t fair. James Bond never had a mother. Corey worried his bottom lip and tried to figure out what James Bond would do. Maybe Agent Zach would know? He crawled to the side of the van and couldn’t find Agent Zach. So, it came down to this: him and her. In his mind, Zach heard that movie guy’s voice in his head. One agent. One mission. One mother. Then the screen would show three car explosions and one helicopter crash. The fate of the democracy rested in their hands. The Whitehouse would scroll across the screen and a flag would wave. One. Fateful. Decision. The “camera” zoomed in on Corey’s hand as he picked up a pebble and tried to toss it at his mother’s feet. He missed…by a long shot. That’s something Corey thought was unfair, really. James Bond never missed. His mother’s feet scrambled across the parking lot as she ducked behind one of those really big cars that makes their car shake when they’re sitting at a stoplight and the other car zoomed by. Crawling closer to her, but still under the van, Corey flicked another pebble at Agent Mom. He didn’t hit her foot, but it did roll toward her. He watched as she looked at the pebble. He flicked another one. She crouched closer to the ground and looked under the van. Her mouth dropped open and she very clearly mouthed, “Oh my God! Corey!” Corey rolled his eyes. That’s Agent Corey. Didn’t moms know anything? He held a finger to his lips before pointing toward the guys who were quickly making their way to this side of the parking lot. He mouthed, “Bad guys.” Agent Mom nodded and replied just as silently. “Very bad guys.” She, with the backpack still in her hand, lay down upon the parking lot and crawled under the van. At least Agent Mom still had “the merchandise.” She whispered as she ran her fingers over his head, “Are you all right, baby?” Corey whined, “Oh God, Mom.” Shrugging out from under her touch, he rolled his eyes. “Not now.” Agent Mom needed to go back to agent school. “This is Operation; Be Quiet.” “Yes, baby, yes it is.” At least she knew THAT. A car pulled up behind the van and Corey heard someone get out. “Bill! Tim! I just heard it on the scanner.” Corey’s eyes grew wide. He knew that voice. That’s Agent Mom’s friend Markus. Was it time for another pebble? Markus was cool enough to be an agent. The other men jogged toward Markus. A strange man’s voice spoke. “Wasn’t she supposed to be with you by now?” “She never showed up at the rendezvous point.” Corey didn’t know what a ron-day-view point was, but he wanted one! That sounded cool! Very spy like. Yes! All agents would now be coming with their own ron-day-views and they wouldn’t just have a wussy point. Nope! Corey’s agents would come with their own ron-day-view lines. A whole line of them! In the corner of his eye, he saw Agent Mom’s hands started to shake. She grabbed Corey’s wrist as her face twisted in pain and she started to cry. Something invisible and heavy formed in Corey’s chest. Agents weren’t supposed to cry. Something was wrong with the mission. Really, really wrong. Agent Mom was a pretty woman—for a mom—and Corey hated seeing her cry. A car horn blasted through the air making Corey jump and knock his head against the underside of the van. As the car quickly approached, Corey recognized it as Agent Zach’s car. Oh! And the top was down! Just like in the movies! Corey tugged against his mothers grasp and crawled out from under the van. Agent Zach came to an abrupt halt sending pebbles flying and putting a cloud of dust in the air. “Get in!” Jumping over the passenger door Agent Corey and Agent Mom bounced in the backseat. Blue-gray smoke billowed from behind the car as Agent Zach headed for the parking lot exit. Corey rolled his eyes. “You did it wrong.” “How so?” Agent Zach asked. “You were supposed to say, ‘Come with me if you want to live.’” That settled it. Adults didn’t know anything. “Well, duck if you want to live. They’re armed.” The car nearly jumped off the ground as Zach gunned the engine. Corey ducked down behind the driver’s seat. That HAD to be cool enough to be a ron-day-view.
Over at CTR forums we're doing a fic in round. Just for funzies really. I wrote a section from little Corey's perspective. There are a couple of typos, but I still think it's cute enough to share. I hope you get a giggle. Super Secret Special Agent Corey was on the case. Tucked down behind a large blue van, he watched the feet of the bad guys in black suits. Peering between the wheels, Corey nearly snickered. Nearly snickered—he didn’t, because super secret special agents don’t snicker. The Evil Ones in the black suits would never find him. They were completely in the wrong part of the parking lot! Corey felt a tap on his shoulder and looked at Super Secret Special Agent Zach. Zach held his index finger to his lips and Corey nodded. It was time for Operation: Be Quiet. Corey’s clothes became that suit he always saw James Bond wear as he crawled under the van. James Bond was the best! But that point wasn’t for now. No. Now needed secrecy and stealth even if the Evil Ones were still in the wrong part of the parking lot. What idiots! “Corey!” Hearing the familiar voice, Corey looked toward his mother. She sounded completely panicked. All he could see was her feet and the dangling straps of his backpack. This wasn’t fair. James Bond never had a mother. Corey worried his bottom lip and tried to figure out what James Bond would do. Maybe Agent Zach would know? He crawled to the side of the van and couldn’t find Agent Zach. So, it came down to this: him and her. In his mind, Zach heard that movie guy’s voice in his head. One agent. One mission. One mother. Then the screen would show three car explosions and one helicopter crash. The fate of the democracy rested in their hands. The Whitehouse would scroll across the screen and a flag would wave. One. Fateful. Decision. The “camera” zoomed in on Corey’s hand as he picked up a pebble and tried to toss it at his mother’s feet. He missed…by a long shot. That’s something Corey thought was unfair, really. James Bond never missed. His mother’s feet scrambled across the parking lot as she ducked behind one of those really big cars that makes their car shake when they’re sitting at a stoplight and the other car zoomed by. Crawling closer to her, but still under the van, Corey flicked another pebble at Agent Mom. He didn’t hit her foot, but it did roll toward her. He watched as she looked at the pebble. He flicked another one. She crouched closer to the ground and looked under the van. Her mouth dropped open and she very clearly mouthed, “Oh my God! Corey!” Corey rolled his eyes. That’s Agent Corey. Didn’t moms know anything? He held a finger to his lips before pointing toward the guys who were quickly making their way to this side of the parking lot. He mouthed, “Bad guys.” Agent Mom nodded and replied just as silently. “Very bad guys.” She, with the backpack still in her hand, lay down upon the parking lot and crawled under the van. At least Agent Mom still had “the merchandise.” She whispered as she ran her fingers over his head, “Are you all right, baby?” Corey whined, “Oh God, Mom.” Shrugging out from under her touch, he rolled his eyes. “Not now.” Agent Mom needed to go back to agent school. “This is Operation; Be Quiet.” “Yes, baby, yes it is.” At least she knew THAT. A car pulled up behind the van and Corey heard someone get out. “Bill! Tim! I just heard it on the scanner.” Corey’s eyes grew wide. He knew that voice. That’s Agent Mom’s friend Markus. Was it time for another pebble? Markus was cool enough to be an agent. The other men jogged toward Markus. A strange man’s voice spoke. “Wasn’t she supposed to be with you by now?” “She never showed up at the rendezvous point.” Corey didn’t know what a ron-day-view point was, but he wanted one! That sounded cool! Very spy like. Yes! All agents would now be coming with their own ron-day-views and they wouldn’t just have a wussy point. Nope! Corey’s agents would come with their own ron-day-view lines. A whole line of them! In the corner of his eye, he saw Agent Mom’s hands started to shake. She grabbed Corey’s wrist as her face twisted in pain and she started to cry. Something invisible and heavy formed in Corey’s chest. Agents weren’t supposed to cry. Something was wrong with the mission. Really, really wrong. Agent Mom was a pretty woman—for a mom—and Corey hated seeing her cry. A car horn blasted through the air making Corey jump and knock his head against the underside of the van. As the car quickly approached, Corey recognized it as Agent Zach’s car. Oh! And the top was down! Just like in the movies! Corey tugged against his mothers grasp and crawled out from under the van. Agent Zach came to an abrupt halt sending pebbles flying and putting a cloud of dust in the air. “Get in!” Jumping over the passenger door Agent Corey and Agent Mom bounced in the backseat. Blue-gray smoke billowed from behind the car as Agent Zach headed for the parking lot exit. Corey rolled his eyes. “You did it wrong.” “How so?” Agent Zach asked. “You were supposed to say, ‘Come with me if you want to live.’” That settled it. Adults didn’t know anything. “Well, duck if you want to live. They’re armed.” The car nearly jumped off the ground as Zach gunned the engine. Corey ducked down behind the driver’s seat. That HAD to be cool enough to be a ron-day-view.