"Because I'M STARING AT THIS BOOK!" Robert yelled at her.
Rita laughed and said "You know, we are going to be late if you keep doing that." His father said from behind. He turned around to see that he was standing right next to him.
"Sorry..." He said softly, closing the book and returning back to his desk.
When he sat down, he noticed that both of them are looking at him intently. He looked at them in confusion.
"What?" He said in a low tone.
"Have you ever thought about writing a book?" Isaac asked.
"No...?"
Isaac chuckled slightly. "I'm serious, Robert."
"What made you think about it now, Isaac?" Robert asked.
Isaac shrugged, before answering, "It just crossed my mind when we were watching the latest episode of Doctor Who. There were so many theories floating around in everyone's heads, you know?"
"Why don't you write then?" Robert asked.
