(WOAH WAT. :U Yes i'm bored. So all the smart peeps in TGOL get a story. TAKE THAT BROTHER.)
Conner's POV:
I've never liked stories, much less one's like this.
People look down at me, but what they see is so little. I
may be eleven, but I know more then you'll ever
understand. But before I tell you my tell, listen close, and
take my advice by heart. Don't trust him. Don't trust
Drake....
It all started one hot day, my father had come
back from the bank. But I felt something wrong. Very
wrong. My father was always a calm guy, but today,
he had the most worried face I've ever seen.
"Hey, dad....what's wrong?" I got up and left my
homework on the couch next to my sweet little sister
Connie, who by now, was almost as worried as I was.
"They robbed the bank..." He said as he stared at
the floor. "I saw who did it but...if I say anything, they'll
kil-" He stopped and looked at Connie and me. And I
knew why.
Connie has a very serious illness. She can't do
much without her meds, if she tried to even pick up
something heavy, she could become unconscious.
He didn't want to worry me and Connie.
He left to the kitchen where my mother was. Connie
looked at me, she may only be 6, but she wasn't
stupid. We where always different from other kids.
I listened to them talk in the kitchen. And that's when
I heard my mother begin to cry. I never liked it when
she cried.
I was a big brother now. I could just let this happen. I
had to get my sister her medicines, and no can stop
me.
So right then I dashed out the door, my homework
dropped to the floor.
As I ran faster and faster, I came up with a song in
my head. It's what I did when things like this
happened. He got me motivated, pumped, he made
my veins working harder. I'm one of the fastest
runners you'll see, I already lost sight of home a long
time ago.
The tune in my head got stronger and stronger with
each step I took.
There was no stopping me now. Not now.
I ran to the field where I worked during the summer.
Asked the owner if he'd let me work for pay again.
And of course, he said yes.
When the month was done, everything was normal.
I had worked so much, I had to stay up late to do
homework. My parents told me I didn't have to do all
this, but I knew I had to. The thought of my sister
without her medicines scared me. I just wouldn't be
able to watch her suffer.
Mouths past and everything was normal....Until, that
fateful day came. The day that changed my life.
(DAH! I SWEAR IT'LL BE LONGER NEXT TIME!)
Conner's POV:
I've never liked stories, much less one's like this.
People look down at me, but what they see is so little. I
may be eleven, but I know more then you'll ever
understand. But before I tell you my tell, listen close, and
take my advice by heart. Don't trust him. Don't trust
Drake....
It all started one hot day, my father had come
back from the bank. But I felt something wrong. Very
wrong. My father was always a calm guy, but today,
he had the most worried face I've ever seen.
"Hey, dad....what's wrong?" I got up and left my
homework on the couch next to my sweet little sister
Connie, who by now, was almost as worried as I was.
"They robbed the bank..." He said as he stared at
the floor. "I saw who did it but...if I say anything, they'll
kil-" He stopped and looked at Connie and me. And I
knew why.
Connie has a very serious illness. She can't do
much without her meds, if she tried to even pick up
something heavy, she could become unconscious.
He didn't want to worry me and Connie.
He left to the kitchen where my mother was. Connie
looked at me, she may only be 6, but she wasn't
stupid. We where always different from other kids.
I listened to them talk in the kitchen. And that's when
I heard my mother begin to cry. I never liked it when
she cried.
I was a big brother now. I could just let this happen. I
had to get my sister her medicines, and no can stop
me.
So right then I dashed out the door, my homework
dropped to the floor.
As I ran faster and faster, I came up with a song in
my head. It's what I did when things like this
happened. He got me motivated, pumped, he made
my veins working harder. I'm one of the fastest
runners you'll see, I already lost sight of home a long
time ago.
The tune in my head got stronger and stronger with
each step I took.
There was no stopping me now. Not now.
I ran to the field where I worked during the summer.
Asked the owner if he'd let me work for pay again.
And of course, he said yes.
When the month was done, everything was normal.
I had worked so much, I had to stay up late to do
homework. My parents told me I didn't have to do all
this, but I knew I had to. The thought of my sister
without her medicines scared me. I just wouldn't be
able to watch her suffer.
Mouths past and everything was normal....Until, that
fateful day came. The day that changed my life.
(DAH! I SWEAR IT'LL BE LONGER NEXT TIME!)
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful day outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna love this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are you ok? You look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the day gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna love this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are you ok? You look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the day gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.