There are two sides to a coin
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One side:
Sun, laughter, smiles
Happiness, new life
"Alfred! Time for school!"
Small feet came running from the stairs. A small head popped from the corner of the hallway.
"I'm ready, papa!" Little Alfred said, smiling up at Arthur. "When do we leave?"
"Now." Arthur grabbed the tiny Superman bag hanging from a kitchen chair and grabbing his jacket. "Out the door, Al."
"Yes sir." Both blondes walked out the door and headed for the parked car at the sidewalk. "I am off to school, to school. I am off to school." Alfred skipped and sang while down the long driveway.
Arthur smiled at the ray of sunshine at his side. Sometimes he forgets that Alfred was his son and not a piece of the actual sun shining everyday on their happy neighborhood.
Other side:
Dark, cries, frowns
Sadness, old life
"Boy! Get your butt up, now!"
Small feet ran down the long hallway. A tiny body ran right past the kitchen in it's hurry to get out the apartment.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"S-sch-hool," Ivan whispered, clutching his pale black bag to his small chest.
"Why?"
"B-because, my mommy-"
"Your 'mommy' is dead!" Ivan trembled, looking up at the big man in front of him. His big violet eyes started to tear up. "Aww, is the baby crying?" The man slapped him in the face, Ivan's pale skin forming a hand print on his cheek.
"But-"
"Get out!"
Ivan turned around and ran to the door. Closing the door behind him, he heard glass shattering. He trembled, his cheek buring from the slap he received. The tears that were held back came rushing down chubby cheeks. His small hands started to rub at his face, his still red cheek stinging.
"I am going to school, to school. I am going to school," Iven whispered, walking through the dark hallway of the apartment building. The sun never hits his crummy place, his head of pale blonde hair hanging low.
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There are two sides to a coin
Which one are you on?