I made up a title for my book! Then I got writer's block. Do you have any ideas? Thanks. Here's what I have so far:

Chapter 1 - Morning

The rain finally stopped. That annoying drizzle went on all night. Most people were asleep when it stopped. The insomniacs were most likely watching television or reading a book when it did. That drizzle only made puddles; however, it did make a few soggy feet while crossing the street.
The mist that drizzle made caused a beautiful sunrise. Adults smiled at its beauty (knowing not to stare directly at the sun, of course). After they took their showers, ate a good breakfast, and brushed their teeth, they were almost ready to go.
When everyone was at work, the older siblings or a babysitter watched the youngsters. The new-borns were the worst for the brothers and sister. The babysitters didn’t really like answering the older kids’ questions.

Leslie Hazelburry woke up, slammed her alarm clock, and stumbled to her desk. She got a mechanical pencil and the story she was working on. Ten pages already, and all ten were written just the day before. Hey, it was a slow day at the diner!
Her pencil got to work. Her quick, neat handwriting filled the lines. The ideas just came to her head. The ideas came much faster than yesterday. The nineteen-year-old girl worked quickly. When she finished three or four pages, she went to the kitchen.
While pouring some milk for her cereal, her younger brother walked in. “Leslies, where are my glasses?” he asked, leaning against a wall and seeming a bit groggy.
Leslie grinner. She knew he couldn’t see a thing without his glasses; however, she didn’t know that she “hid” his glasses in the most obvious place of places- her desk.
She looked back at her bowl, which was starting its journey to sogginess. Leslie took her bowl and turned around- Chance was gone. She shrugged and started her way back to her room.
Chance had his glasses back on when they passed each other. “Hey, I think you found your glasses!” Leslie giggled.

“No, really?” he glared.

Leslie locked her door and finished breakfast in her bed. She put the empty bowl on her nightstand. Getting up, she stepped on her soft rug.
Working on her story once more, she looked over it. Perfect, she thought. It’s just what I wanted it to be. No other fiction anything like mine. Totally original.
She was proud of what was there. In the middle of her thinking, Chanced screamed, “Leslie! I’m going to Sean’s place! I’ll see you later!”

“Fine! Just be back before Mom and Dad get home!”

She was glad he finally learned to tell her that he was leaving before he goes off. Leslie sighed and got back to work.

After parking his blue car in the parking lot, Chance went to look for Sean’s number. “Robbins… Robbins… Robbins… Ah!” he said, using his finger to go through the list of names. He pressed the button and smirked.

“Ring me up, yo!” he squeaked in a high-pitched voice.

A laugh came from the other side, followed by a jockish voice, “Fine, as long as you make Markie stop trying to get me to teach him to be cool!”

Chance snorted. Marcus was such a goof. Sean was the star player on the basketball team. They were his best friends, and they annoyed each other more than himself and Leslie.
He opened the door to see Sean’s black hair was in cornrows. Marcus was upside-down on the couch, attempting- and failing- at spinning Sean’s basketball on his fingers.

“It’s called ‘gravity’, Sir Stupid!” You can’t spin an upside-down basketball!” Chance snorted.

“But Mommie! If Sean taught me how to be cool, I could!” Marcus whined.

“I ain’t your Mom!” Chance said.

A hiss came from another room. Sissy was probably mad that she wasn’t getting her attention. Along with scratches and hissing, the bell on Sissy’s collar was jingling. Marcus let her out of Sean’s room.
Sean called over Sissy, sat on the couch with her, and scratched behind her ears. The cat’s light brown fur flipped over so her white belly was up.

“I’m going to call her ‘The Brown Jingles!’ “ Marcus chuckled. The two boys joined in.

“So what are we doing today?” Sean asked, putting Sissy on the floor.

Marcus picked up a sheet of paper. It was the paper that the boys wrote ideas on. He started reading the possible ideas, but then his glasses feel off. “Agh! Stupid glasses!” he exclaimed.

Sean took the list before Sissy could. He read the last of the list and laughed when he read “make fun of McMerch.” He smiled his “let’s do it” smile and Chance was already on the couch.
Andrea McMerch was a creepy girl who changed her “label” daily. She always tried too hard and loved attention. She was the leader of her group; however, her best friend, Andy, was actually smarter than her. Her friends could range from ten kids in her grade to forty. The reason she was on the list was because she had a crush on Sean since she was a sixth grader, and she was really annoying.
Not long after they started, Chance exclaimed, “I’ve run out of insults!”

The sudden outburst caused Sean and Marcus to fall over laughing. Marcus’s glasses fell again, and he dropped to the floor to retrieve them. He quickly got himself back up.


Plus, I'm going to change the Mary Sue princess to something a little more creative.