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Anyway, here it goes. . .
It all started when I was three. I was playing in my room when Jack Sparrow, who is about 5 years older than me, and his parents came in our house. The Sparrow's were my parents' good friends, and they stopped by once in a while.
I ran out to the livingroom and my parents were talking to the Sparrow's. I watched them; Jack was sitting on the couch watching cartoons. After about 5 minutes my dad came over and told me that they were going out with the Sparrow's and that Jack was going to babysit me.
Tears started forming in my eyes. My parents hadn't ever left me; at least not to my knowledge. My dad pulled me into a hug, and I clung onto him. He held on for a minute, then picked me up and set me on a chair. Then he went over to Jack and whispered something in his ear.
I kept crying until after my parents and the Sparrow's left. Jack looked over at me with a slight smile on his face, then got up and left the room. I stopped crying loudly, curious as to what he was doing, but was still whimpering. I waited about ten minutes and he came back out; he was dressed in my dad's clown costume from that past Halloween.
When I seen him I smiled; I loved clowns. He looked kind of awkward, but I didn't care then. That is where it really all started, I guess.
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As I got older, 4...5...6, he still babysat me, but we never were really close. As he got more mature, so did I. I don't think I ever really did like him a lot, because whenever he came over was when my parents left, and of course I didn't like that too much.
But when he was nine (I was four) his mom told him that his dad had left, and it really hurt him. Everyone assumed he died, even though those weren't exactly his mom's words, but she didn't say anything so we all just stuck with that.
After he really realized his dad wasn't coming back, he would stay in his room for days at a time. I heardhis mom telling my mom this after it happened.
I didn't really know what was going on, so I was still myself.
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After half of a year, he started coming over and babysitting again, just like before, except he wasn't as much fun.
He would sit there and listen to his music or reading or something the whole time, and I would be watching him and coloring or something. I noticed that there was something missing, but I couldn't tell. He seemed pretty lonely.
It wasn't how it used to be; and I couldn't understand how he felt.
Until now.
okay, how'd you like it?
Well, I have more, so don't you fret.
I don't know if it acted really as much of a cliff-hanger, but I guess it is.
The next one will be up soon hopefully! So yay.
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