Hey guys peppybigbang2 here.
I know I haven't been on Fanfiction for a while or go on very much. But I am going to try and go on more as I need the practise if I want to write stories. Could anyone who wants to please look at my grammar, font and commas, I know there's better authors out there on Fanfiction and would appreciate some kind help. Also if there's any ideas you want me to write in my story just message me or say in the comments and I might think about it
Mole stayed upstairs in his room, he didn't mind the dark or the small space. He had his desk lamp and his bed. He had all his precious books to distract him from his miserable life outside in the real world. Mole smiled as he turned the page and looked at a picture of a knight, as if there would be a real knight in his life. A knight or even a fair maiden to take him away from this place he had to call home. He felt a tear slide down his cheek, wiping it away he put in the bookmark and sat contemplating.
Mole wore a big baggy jacket that hid his hands but still didn't his all the bruises and burns. And jeans with a couple of hole inside, considering how old they were. Mole had been hated by his parents since he could remember. They kept telling him he was a mistake, an accident, a burden and a failure. That he would not get anywhere in life by just reading his stupid dull fairy tales. Both of them thought he wasted his time with his reading but they stopped caring and just refused to speak to him.
Luckily even though his older brother followed in his parents footsteps, his older sisters were perfectly nice to him. They reminded him daily that he was loved by them and that they were happy he found such a love in reading. His older sisters Beryl and Emily shared a room, they had there own rooms but they both preferred to be together. But the abuse from his parents carried on for years, they made him do chores all on his own, left him at home alone when they went on trips, his father beat him with everything and anything from a cigarette and a knife to the stove and trapping his fingers in heavy doors. Moles mother watched it all happen and never lifted a finger to help, he didn't know who was worse between the two of them.
One day, he found a letter on his bed when he was fourteen. They were moving home to somewhere called the riverbank, he was not even told they had just given him a map of where he was going and they would meet him at there house. His sisters and brother where taken with them, he walked in to an empty dark hole after school. On the letter it explained that he would go to Willows high and study all over again, and how to get to there new hole. Mole didn't feel any emotion, he had no friends here where he lived anyway, his sisters where coming with him and his parents where still horrible people. All he did was pick up his bag and throw it over his shoulder. Pick up and put his few books and his school books he had, his pencil case and drawing and writing books, and picked up the map setting of to his new home.
Mole dug for hours, he didn't mind really it let him excersise a bit and help him control his anger. It wasn't unusual that everyone left him behind he was used to it. Though considering he got home early from school maybe he could look around the river bank and see what it was like. Take a look at the high school, a look at his new home and surroundings, then look around his new room. He would have left years ago if he was an only child. But he just couldn't leave his sisters he loved them to much.
Eventually after hours of digging he was at the place called the riverbank. Maybe he could have a fresh start in life now..there was only one way to find out.