Hi guys, this a short story that I wrote out of boredom. The main character is much like a little, lonely, younger version of Draco Malfoy. Enjoy!
Rating:K-anyone can read it
In a land deep in outer space, there lived a family with two kids, a daughter and a son. Next to them lived another family, also having a daughter and a son. In fact, every family on that street had a daughter and a son. No, every family in town had a daughter and a son. Actually, every family in the entire planet had a daughter and a son. Except one family. This family only had one son. The parents, researchers on this planet were worried about their son. Ever since he was little, he had been outcasted for not having a sibling, and because he had a fascination in the planet Earth. At 4:00pm every single day, he would climb onto the roof of his house with his super magnified telescope, and would stare at the blue and green planet, wishing he could be there. He saw that all the families were different, some with a lot of kids, others with none at all. He wished he could be there so he could fit in. So he would feel accepted. His own planet was pretty much an exact replica of Earth. Everyone breathed air, and looked like humans. However, no one on Earth knew that this planet existed.
Every day went by the same on this planet. The boy would come home from school and walk up the stairs, almost robotically. He then would go to his room, plain white walls, with a grey bed, grey bedspread and a black desk. He would go to sit at his desk and would reach into his standard black backpack, and would pull out a black folder that contained his homework and nothing more. He would open the folder, and set out the page of problems. Methodically working on the problems, he would record his answers in a grey notebook. Everyday after going to school, he would come home and do his homework. It never changed.
"I wish I lived there." sighed the boy to himself. It was exactly 4:00pm and the little boy was sitting on his roof watching those on Earth. And suddenly, he had an idea.
Gathering his telescope, he climbed down from the roof in a hurry, and ran inside his house, slamming the door.
"I won't be lonely anymore!" he thought gleefully to himself. The little boy ran upstairs to his room, and grabbed the emergency keys to his parents' laboratory from under his bed. He spun on his heel, rushed out of his room, clambered down the stairs, and ran out of the house. The little boy ran as fast as he could to his the lab and and quickly opened the door. Creeping in silently, the little boy made a mental list of the things he would need. A long metal sheet, downsized rocket fuel, and a whole lot of screws. Working quickly, the little boy sketched a blueprint on a scrap of paper of a rocket, with a space to carry something inside.
The boy welded, drilled, and hammered away, until he had a finished product that could carry down a message to Earth. Using the downsized rocket fuel, he would be able to launch a rocket out of Planet Pax's atmosphere, down to Earth, and hopefully get a message to someone so he could have a person to talk to. He made extras, so he could send more messages before figuring out a better communication system.
The boy ran outside, put his message inside, and launched the rocket, with his best wishes. Little did he know, it would actually work.
The boy climbed onto his roof and watched the rocket, flying towards a playground on Earth. As the rocket landed, he saw a girl staring at it in fascination, and watched her catch it. The girl opened up the rocket and saw the message, which asked if she could be a friend. The message explained how the little boy was lonely, and how he lived on a planet where he was the only person there who had no siblings. This intrigued the girl. Her name was Storm.
Storm saw a tiny rocket coming out of the sky, and it was coming towards her. She caught it, and noticed that there was a latch on the side. She carefully lifted the latch, and discovered a compartment on the side of the rocket. Inside that compartment was a roll of paper. It was a message. The message said that it was from a boy, who lived on a planet called Pax. He wanted to make a friend, for he was the only person on that planet who had no siblings. He said that he would send more rockets later, and then figure out how to communicate with her in a better way. Storm thought that all of this was quite curious, but she also had wanted to make a new friend. In the message, she was instructed to take the rocket to her house, and to leave it in her bedroom, so her new friend could figure out how to communicate in another way with her. She ran home from the playground, to her house, and went to her room, closing the door behind her. She placed the rocket on her bed, and waited.
The little boy gasped, when he saw that someone had actually picked up the rocket. It seemed like a girl, around his age. He scrambled to his room, and grabbed the one electronic device he had, a laptop. He immediately tracked down where the rocket was, and established a signal with it. The rocket would beep, and then work like a video caller, so the two friends could now see each other. With a trembling hand, the little boy pressed "call" and within a few moments, the girl answered.
"Hi! I'm Storm!" said the girl, grinning as she did so.
"Hh-hi." whispered the boy. And so, this is how the friendship of two people who lived on different planets began. Their relationship started off a bit slow, but soon they became the best of friends. They would play games with each other, ask questions about the other's planet, read each other books, and so much more. He looked forward to their calls, and they were the best things in his life. But all good things must come to an end. Soon, Storm met another boy, and the time that the boy was spending with her started to dwindle, becoming less, and less, until one day, she didn't answer her calls. One day, she decided to move on, away from her old friend. And this was the day, that she broke the boy's heart. And from then on, he would be forever alone, with his heart in pieces.