THE BOMBINE OF PEARL HARBOR
Gumball stood with his mother at the kitchen window of their tiny house. Ma put her arm around gumball. Just look at that vied she said. Can you believe we live here? I think it's the most beautiful place on earth.
Mo was right; it looked like a postcard out there, with the palm trees swaying in the breeze, the bushes covered with pink and white flower, and the ocean sparkling silver stupid in the distance.
Gumball couldn't stand looking at it. All he wanted was to be back in New York City, looking out his old apartment window at the jumble of dirty buildings, the smoke in the air the garbage in the streets, and his best friend, mike waving to him from down in the alley below.
Ma thought that coming to Hawaii would give gumball a fresh start. She wanted to get him away from danger and trouble, away from earl gasky and is gang. It was true that gumball and mike had gotten into trouble sometimes.
But nothing big just skipping school and sneaking into movie houses and nabbing an apple or two from the fruit stand. Sure, they with mike and is gang. Folks in the neighborhood said mike was a vicious criminal, that end break you legs if you're looked at him the wrong.
But others said he and is guy protected the streets and took care of old ladies. He had always been good to gumball and Justin. He paid them a dollar a day to run errands. He even taught them how to drive one of his cars.
Sometimes it was scary, being on the streets so much, just gumball and Justin. But no matter what they were up to they always looked out for each other. Because who else was going to look after them?
Gumball's father had been gone since before gumball was born. Ma did her best, but how could she watch over gumball when she was working all the time? She was so tired when got home from her nursing shifts at the hospital.
After kissing gumball hello, she would close her eyes for ten minutes, make their dinner and head out to clean offices until midnight. And Justin's parents had five other kids crammed into a dark two-room apartment.
So gumball and Justin stuck together, more than best friends, closer even than brothers. As long as they had each other, they felt like nothing bad could ever happen to them. And nothing ever did.
Until one night tow months ago. Even standing here, looking out on the palm trees, it all came back to gumball. It was like a horror movie playing in his mind. He could hear the screech of the metal on the fire escape breaking away from the building.
He heard Justin' shout and the thud of Justin's body hitting the sidewalk fifteen feet below. He could see Justin lying there on the sidewalk, the blood seeping out of his head, the flashing lights of the ambulance.
And then later, seeing him in that hospital bad, groaning in pain. It was that night that ma said they had to leave the city. It's time for us to go, ma said. Before something terrible happens to you.
When she first told him they were moving to Hawaii, gumball thought she was kidding. Wasn't Hawaii a made up place, like Shangri-la? But no it turned out it was a bunch of islands owned by America. There was a huge U.S. military base there called Pearl Harbor.
They wanted ma right away. A week later, the cranes were on a train heading to San Francisco. From there, they took a ship halfway across the Pacific Ocean, to Oahu, one of the Hawaiian Islands. Ma kept telling gumball how they needed to put New York behind them. Were starting out fresh, she said.
But how could gumball turn his back on Justin? He couldn't not when Justin needed him most. Besides, it was gumball's fault Justin got hurt. He was the one who wanted to climb up that fire escape, to explore that abandoned building on 23rd street.
Justin said it was a bad idea, but gumball told him to stop being a sissy. And then, as they were climbing up past the second floor, there was a terrible screech as the rusted metal of the fire escape gave way.
Gumball managed to climb onto the landing. But not Justin. He fell, crashing onto the cement sidewalk below. And now gumball was an ocean-and a continent-away. But he had to go back to New York
A ship called Carmella was steaming out of Honolulu harbor tomorrow morning, heading back to the mainland. Ma had no idea, but gumball was going to be on that ship.
(A/N this is my favor book the bombing of pearl harbor, 1942 turn in to a fanfic an plus I do you use Microsoft word and I can not get back to you if you pm me because I am going to the hospital sorry. o evelioandzgroup this is for fans not you.)