((im still working on it but please tell me how it is))
Afew years later a young boy with dark blue hair and who was a big fan of the man’s stories was outside playing with his older twin brother who had the same kind of hair but a bit lighter than his brother and had a green scarf around his neck. The villagers thought the two boys were like best friends because they got along so amazingly and because they were fraternal twins. Then as the two boys were playing the older twin saw that the man’s front door was opened a crack. The older twin was only 2 minutes older than his brother and was very adventurous. He decided to go check the inside of the house out. The younger twin followed but stayed by the front door while his brother went in the house.
After awhile the younger twin heard a yell; it sounded like his older brother. The young twin bolted inside to see if his brother was alright. As the boy looked around, in every room for him the younger twin found his brother’s green scarf in the middle of the room, where the man use to write his stories. The green scarf was laying there covered in droplets of blood and black raven feathers surrounding it also still in the air still not having them touch the ground as they fell gently. Over to the side was a book opened to the page where it was talking about the monster known as … SIN …
The End
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I put the book down on its wooden shelf, back where it was suppose to be; perfectly in place like the young fourteen year old boy never touched it.
The boy was new this year; he just transferred from a small town called May son, which was located in the center of Chicago. The town was so small that one blink you would miss everything and be in Illinois; the two towns were like close neighbors to one another.
The boy looked at his schedule and his class said ‘Algebra2’ in room B-16, which was his first class upstairs. The boy walked up the stairs of the school. The walls were a light and dark blue because the theme of the school was the ocean. The stairs were long and difficult to walk on, the boy got bored really quick then finally made it to the math class and knocked on the door waiting for someone to give him a sign to enter the class.
Soon another boy gave him the ‘come in’ sign the boy opened the door of the class room and the new boy opened the door nervously and shy, he hated switching schools so much. The boy was never able to make new friends because he would have to leave too soon.
The boy walked into the class and stood in front of the teachers’ desk right next to the actual teacher. He kept his pose the same. The boy kept his hands in his gray and black jacket pockets. Everyone looked at him like he was some kind of freak.
The clumsy teacher; Mr. Clarkson tripped over his own two feet causing the class to burst into laughter. The expression on the boy’s face stayed the same and he helped his clumsy math teacher up off the ground.
“Thank you,” said the teacher. “Ok now everyone this is Matthew Silverton. He is the new transfer student from Chicago, so let’s welcome him with open arms.” One of the students with his feet on the desk being all relaxed stood up and walked over to the front of the class where Matt was standing. The student looked at him and extended his hand for Matt to shake it following by the student saying
“Welcome to the school Matt, I’m Johnathan but please call me Johnny.” the boy that was in front of Matt said.
Matt the new student shook Johnny’s hand.
“Thanks Johnny.” He added and smiled at the confident boy.
The teacher, Mr. Clarkson smiled at the two new best friends and went back to teaching the lesson then realized he forgot to give Matt a seat. He decided to have him sit next to Johnny for awhile since all the seats were taken and they looked to be great friends.
Matt walked over and sat in the back of the class, where Johnny sat next to him in the next desk to the right. Mr. Clarkson went on with the lesson on something boring with numbers and letters.
I think I was going to like it here at this school called Intermediate North in Toms River, New Jersey. Ya when my parents said we were moving, I had no idea that it was this far away from my original home with my other friends and it was my last year in middle school so next year I’ll be in high school. But I wonder why now I had to leave Chicago?
The next thing I know, Johnny fell asleep while Mr. Clarkson was teaching of course I couldn’t blame him I wanted to fall asleep too but class was almost over so I would wake Johnny up then.
As the class was almost over Matt had a strange feeling in his chest, he ignored it till the end of the class when the bell rang and Johnny woke up in shock.
“True, False All of the above?” he shouted in his sleep, everyone turned around and looked at Johnny like he was insane.
I burst out in laughter but stopped really quickly before Johnny got mad but he laughed as well.
“You’re not taking a test dude.”Matt still laughing a little said.
“Ya I know that now.” He laughed then stood up and was about to head off to his next class but waited for Matt.
“Have a wonderful first day Mr. Silverton.” Stated Mr. Clarkson as he was cleaning up his class room.
As Johnny and I were walking to their next class, Johnny had to leave because he had a different class at this time. So as Matt wandered the halls looking for his next class which was his English class with Mr. Lawrence.
When I was almost to the class room I saw this girl who looked awfully familiar to me as I kept looking at her. I had to find out her name. I started walking slower and slower each second so I can observe the girl and see who she is, or find out her name.
Matt then remembered something back when he was in Chicago during the summer of 2000 when he was six years old and was at camp when his parents had to work.
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Matt was being picked on by a lot of boys and some girls because his face was so soft, his eyes were so deep, and his hair was medium length so he looked like a little girl. Then one of the boys pushed Matt down on the ground and laughed causing tears to start to form in his deep blue eyes. As everyone laughed a girl the same age as Matt got in front of the six year old on the ground and blocked him so the bullies would stop.
“Leave him alone you meanies!!” the dirty blonde haired little girl yelled out of anger because she had to deal with the kids picking on her too since she had hair like a boy.
The bullies left the two six year olds alone and the girl extended her left hand to help Matt off the ground and back to his feet. The girl smiled warmly at him and shook his hand since the two of them were still hand in hand; she felt like she needed to introduce herself.
“Hi I’m Samantha Deaven, it nithe to meet you,” She said. The girl didn’t have her two front teeth yet, she must have just lost her baby one’s and maybe that’s why she sounded a bit funny.
Matt smiled back and thanked her for helping him up but what more grateful that she got those bullies to leave. He didn’t talk much but wanted to show he was thankful to Miss Deaven so finally spoke. His words were perfect but he sounded like a girl a little because he was still young.
“Hi I’m Matthew Silverton. Thank you so much for sending those bullies away,” he said almost like he sounded ten years old and that made the girl smile happily.
“Hey don’t mention ith, by the way call me Sammie pwease.” The girl said sounding like a three year old because of her two front teeth.
Matt smiled happily again and thought the two of them would be best friends forever and it was like that till the summer ended and Sammie was gone. It seems that she was only in Chicago for the summer but didn’t come back ever again ever since that summer.
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The memory of that little flash back had ended and the girl kept walking, it looked like nothing had changed so I continued walking; time felt like it was slowing down then I just had to ask her if she was the girl from camp of 2000, even if i was going to be labled for life or until my school years ends...
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