Post by wolflegend on Mar 7, 2010 13:43:43 GMT -5
When I was a child, I wasn’t you typical, ordinary, or plain type of kid. No, I liked to live in my own little world and make my own adventures on my own path. My whole world was lived like a fantasy. When it rained, I imagined bubbles floating, fairies flying in circles around me, light shining as the rain poured, and so many other things.
All of that changed when I turned ten. My world came crashing down. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and was moved to an ICU shortly after that. She died within the year I turned ten. I never even got to say goodbye.
There is always a question that goes running around in my head almost all day: Why must people go or leave when you least expect them or want them to? It seemed like in less than a week, everything bad that could happen to a ten year old, happened. A few days after my mother died, my father disappeared. My neighbors took me in like I was one of their own. I had always had a close relationship with their family. Jake was their little boy. He was twelve when I turned ten, so that made him two years older than me if you’re good at math. They also had two other kids that were identical twins. One names Cidney and one named Jennifer. Cidney had blonde hair she later died black so that she could be told apart from her identical twin sister. Jennifer also had blonde hair, but later put a more light colored blonde highlight in her hair.
Soon after they took me in when I was ten, the police found my father. He was taken off to jail for various reasons, but to name one, he was arrested for starting a fight. My father wasn’t that much attached to my mother as he wished, but I know he still loves her. He usually ran off whenever he was upset, depressed, or deep in thought about something someone else might think stupid.
After living with the Sterlos, my neighbors, for a couple months, I felt like I had a home. I had a place where I fit into and belonged. A place where I felt I was loved for the first time in a long time. But moving in with the Sterlos also had its disadvantages, like I couldn’t stay up late, I couldn’t see the stars from an open balcony in my room, and worst of all, I didn’t see the fairies or figures from my imagination anymore. My imagination died, along with my mother.
When I was a teenager, I grew closer to my new family. I had learned to get along with them, and a bit later, love them. When I was sad, the twins were always there for me, even though they were four years older than me, they were there for me. When I was mad, sad, or depressed when the twins weren’t there, Jake was there for me. He took me to all his various sports practices, helped me with my homework, and always made sure I had something to do.
In my present life, I am fourteen, which made Jake sixteen and the twins eighteen. Soon after the twins had their eighteenth birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Sterlo told us all that they were having another kid. We were all excited and started getting read for the soon-to-be brother of ours. The Sterlos put us kids in charge of decorating the room to what we though our new family member would like.
They put me in charge of painting the walls and picking out a color scheme for the whole room. I chose my favorite colors: Jet Black and Glossy Blue. With the held of Jake, I had the whole room painted black in no time. The ceiling was black, the walls were black, and the carpet was a bleached white.
I closed off the room until it was fully completed. After I finished my homework, I went up to the room and resumed working on it. I finished the room a few weeks after I started. I went down stairs as the rest of my family was eating around the dinner table. “I’m done,” I told them as I jumped from the seventh step to the bottom. The twins set their forks down gently and took their time getting up, but Jake was bound and determined to see the room before anyone else.
He raced up the steps and turned the knob. He pushed the door open and walked in to the middle of the room. He just stopped and his jaw dropped. The rest of the family walked in and awed and oohed their acclaims. “Hol-y—” “Cow!” Jennifer started to say, but Cidney finished for her. “Oh my!” Mrs. Sterlo said as she covered her mouth it awe. Mr. Sterlo’s jaw just dropped as he looked around he room. “It’s awesome!” Jake said as he walked up to the now dry wall and ran his hand across it. He walked all the way around the room as he took everything in.
The room was painted black, but it had a mural of purple, blue, gold, orange, and pink fairies floating in a night sky. Stars were painted on the ceiling and uppermost part of the wall. It was a grassy field all the way around it, but it was on the side of what looked like a beach.
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If you liked the story, you can comment, but if you would like me to write more because you enoyed it, just tell me and I will. I love writing and its an aptitude I have :P I got aptitude. I got atitude.
Oh yes, please be aware, if I find any of this story or anything copmosed with this material in it, or anything releated to it, I will post a copyright complaint on where you used it. Thank you.
Thanks,
Wolfy
All of that changed when I turned ten. My world came crashing down. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and was moved to an ICU shortly after that. She died within the year I turned ten. I never even got to say goodbye.
There is always a question that goes running around in my head almost all day: Why must people go or leave when you least expect them or want them to? It seemed like in less than a week, everything bad that could happen to a ten year old, happened. A few days after my mother died, my father disappeared. My neighbors took me in like I was one of their own. I had always had a close relationship with their family. Jake was their little boy. He was twelve when I turned ten, so that made him two years older than me if you’re good at math. They also had two other kids that were identical twins. One names Cidney and one named Jennifer. Cidney had blonde hair she later died black so that she could be told apart from her identical twin sister. Jennifer also had blonde hair, but later put a more light colored blonde highlight in her hair.
Soon after they took me in when I was ten, the police found my father. He was taken off to jail for various reasons, but to name one, he was arrested for starting a fight. My father wasn’t that much attached to my mother as he wished, but I know he still loves her. He usually ran off whenever he was upset, depressed, or deep in thought about something someone else might think stupid.
After living with the Sterlos, my neighbors, for a couple months, I felt like I had a home. I had a place where I fit into and belonged. A place where I felt I was loved for the first time in a long time. But moving in with the Sterlos also had its disadvantages, like I couldn’t stay up late, I couldn’t see the stars from an open balcony in my room, and worst of all, I didn’t see the fairies or figures from my imagination anymore. My imagination died, along with my mother.
When I was a teenager, I grew closer to my new family. I had learned to get along with them, and a bit later, love them. When I was sad, the twins were always there for me, even though they were four years older than me, they were there for me. When I was mad, sad, or depressed when the twins weren’t there, Jake was there for me. He took me to all his various sports practices, helped me with my homework, and always made sure I had something to do.
In my present life, I am fourteen, which made Jake sixteen and the twins eighteen. Soon after the twins had their eighteenth birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Sterlo told us all that they were having another kid. We were all excited and started getting read for the soon-to-be brother of ours. The Sterlos put us kids in charge of decorating the room to what we though our new family member would like.
They put me in charge of painting the walls and picking out a color scheme for the whole room. I chose my favorite colors: Jet Black and Glossy Blue. With the held of Jake, I had the whole room painted black in no time. The ceiling was black, the walls were black, and the carpet was a bleached white.
I closed off the room until it was fully completed. After I finished my homework, I went up to the room and resumed working on it. I finished the room a few weeks after I started. I went down stairs as the rest of my family was eating around the dinner table. “I’m done,” I told them as I jumped from the seventh step to the bottom. The twins set their forks down gently and took their time getting up, but Jake was bound and determined to see the room before anyone else.
He raced up the steps and turned the knob. He pushed the door open and walked in to the middle of the room. He just stopped and his jaw dropped. The rest of the family walked in and awed and oohed their acclaims. “Hol-y—” “Cow!” Jennifer started to say, but Cidney finished for her. “Oh my!” Mrs. Sterlo said as she covered her mouth it awe. Mr. Sterlo’s jaw just dropped as he looked around he room. “It’s awesome!” Jake said as he walked up to the now dry wall and ran his hand across it. He walked all the way around the room as he took everything in.
The room was painted black, but it had a mural of purple, blue, gold, orange, and pink fairies floating in a night sky. Stars were painted on the ceiling and uppermost part of the wall. It was a grassy field all the way around it, but it was on the side of what looked like a beach.
____________________________
If you liked the story, you can comment, but if you would like me to write more because you enoyed it, just tell me and I will. I love writing and its an aptitude I have :P I got aptitude. I got atitude.
Oh yes, please be aware, if I find any of this story or anything copmosed with this material in it, or anything releated to it, I will post a copyright complaint on where you used it. Thank you.
Thanks,
Wolfy