He never, ever wanted to grow up.
He saw it this way:
If he was happy now, w-h-y grow up?
Why face all the s:t:r:e:s:s?
The bills,
Taxes,
Jobs,
P
R
E
S
S
U
R
E.
He didn't want to grow o.l.d.e.r.
He was now,
When he could
P
R
A
N
K
And tease
Play
Joke
And be immature.
Doesn't that all go a|w|a|y go away when you're o`l`d`e`r?
Wouldn't his h*a*n*d*s*o*m*e*n*e*s*s go down the drain too?
People would leave him.
Basil would mature.
Red will someday go away.
M.a.r.s.h.m.a.l.l.o.w would grow older.
E/l/v/i/s would someday c/r/o/a/k.
And…
S
A
B
R
I
N
A.
She would surely l#e#a#v#e Ferryport once she was eighteen.
But that didn't bother him,
Right?
This is one was simpler and not my best. I might redo this one later but I just felt like I needed to get something out here before I died from guilt. This is super easy I can't even-
Anyway, school has been in since August 20th. New school, new town. Have you all started? I think the whole country's in school now. I know some people who started today.
So, this is an update for anyone who reads all my other stories. I will be renovating (updating/re-writing/deleting) soon. I just feel like my old stories don't reach the ridiculous expectations I have on myself.
Thanks for reading, loves!
~WireWriter