Art Lessons and Other Short Story Shenanigans of a Teenage Dragon
Spike yawned and stretched, slightly annoyed with the way the sun streamed right into his angular pupils. "Twilight..." He mumbled "Couldn't you get some curtains or somethin'?" His blanket was to small, and trying to get it to fit over all of him was higher on the priority list then listening to what his mom-ish big sis. He paused That stupid bitch!! Not even listening to me! Thoroughly pissed, he headed downstairs.