Hola! so i just finished reading of mice and men, so of course i had to write this this depresingness. if you have not read he book go do so now, it is amazing and free on things like nooks and such. (public domain authors yay!) if not you can get it at a library or something.
anyway i broke my head phones doing a j-toss.( that's something for winter guard and if you don't know what that is look up "Northern lights winter guard 2004/5" on you tube.) and i'm sad.
fwgnkjsd= present
fjksdhfjkgh= flash back
sorry it's short.
The World Summit.
Why of all days did it have to be this day? The day it became official. The day he lost it twice. Why did he have to face them on this day?
He had wanted to stay home sick.
He would have if not for his government and brother making him come.
At least he didn't have to speak; Mattie had offered to go for him, no one noticed the change anyways. Mattie could imitate him well enough.
Alfred F. Jones. The personification of the United States of America sat in his seat at the front of the table with the rest of the G8 and buried his face in his arms. He pretended to be asleep; then at least no one would speak to him and he could maybe make it through the whole day.
Around him the other countries whispered.
"Why all the stickers ~ aru? He shouldn't act like such a child." Yao, china, whispered to the others around him.
"It's so childish," Francis agreed nodding his head.
Inwardly Alfred just thought back to the friendly teasing they would've given him. Had, once long ago.
Isi and Heaku danced around him laughing as they went. The fire roared as they danced well into the night. Achak, holding his white bear, sat with the elders listening to stories from when they had been young. Len played his flute for the rest, everyone but he was dancing or playing or talking. He sat by the fire and worked on his carving for Aylen; a strange little bird he had seen in the south that ran across the desert. He hoped it would help keep her bad dreams away.
Isi came up from behind and swept the little bird from his hands. "Is this what I believe it is?" he asked examining the little carving.
"I think it is!" Heaku said appearing on Chaska's other side. He patted him on the shoulder, "I'd wish you luck but Tahki is far too cold for you."
"Unless," Isi smiled knowingly," It's not for her."
Alfred sat; he couldn't remember anymore if he had given it to her. The road runner. He couldn't remember the drawings that Tahki had shown him. Nor could he remember the pranks Isi and Heaku played on Gaho or the mischief he and Achak got into.
He could barely remember his people.
He couldn't even remember what his name had been. Had started with an s or maybe a c?
Chana? Saska? He couldn't remember.
No, he could remember. At least a few things; the party that night. What had it been for? Was it a festival of some sort, or just because they could?
His friends. Isi and heaku and Tahki and Aylen. Len and Gaho. And him, Achak. His brother who went by the name of Canada now. The only one who knew of them. Their friends, and how they died. On this very day by the ones who had raised them.
Why today?
Why?
sorry for the horribleness of it. i'm making a fanfic about the natives but this is not part of it, its just a fail whatever it is.
i still hope you like it and Please review or pm if you want me to post the actual fanfic for the natives.