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My first story ever written. Tell me what you think.
I stand here at the edge off the cliff. Behind me I hear them calling.
"Alan please don't." "Please Alan, don't do it" "Alan, we do love you. Please don't do it"
'Bunch of hypocrites', they don't care about me. I am just their scapegoat for everything that goes wrong. I am just there stupid little brother how can't do anything right. So when something goes wrong they can blame me. Just like today.
FLASHBACK
Alan was studying in his room, trying to get his homework done before he went back to
school. Even though he was a thunderbird now his father had decided that he must go back to Wharton Academy to complete school. This was as his father pointed out, because his brothers had done the same.
Alan tried to argue, but to no affect. So here he was, trying to complete his homework when suddenly Scott came in and started to scream to me.
"What did you do when you were flying thunderbird 2? The whole motherboard is damaged." "Can't you anything without damaging it!"
'Where are they talking about? I haven't touched it?' Alan thought. 'Wait! Fermat had remover the guiding processor to prevent the Hood from taking of.' And he told them so.
"Liar! Fermat wouldn't damage it to remove it. So don't lie to me!" Scott said. "And if he did he would only have done it because you told him."
That was when I became angry, and started yelling at them that is wasn't his fault and that they couldn't blame him for everything. This continued till he said that he whished that Alan was never born because then their mother would still be alive. That was it, he had enough.
END FLASHBACK
"Please Alan; we know it wasn't your fault. Please don't do it."
I continue to ignore them; they are just trying to make themselves less guilty.
'It is time to jump,' I was thinking by myself.' there is nothing for me to live for and nobody loves or cares about me.'
Then I hear a voice, a female voice. Tintin. "Please Alan don't do it. I love you Alan. I can't live without you. Please don't do this to me."
I looked behind me and there I saw Tintin. She was crying and begging me not to do it. 'Maybe there is someone how cares about me.'
I started turning around. That is when I saw the rest of my family. They were al crying. I looked into their faces. I saw fear, despair, love and a little hope now that I was turning around.
'They do care about me. I can see it in their faces. Maybe I was wrong'
Slowly I took a step away from the edge, and then another. Then I collapsed onto the ground. The emotions had eaten away al the strength I had.
They al rushed to me, telling me everything was going to be alright and that they cared about me.
Now I knew for certain I was wrong, they do care about me.'