I really, wanted to write a ficcy about Twitch...There ain't very much about him so tell me if ya like it!
I made Squids story first so, this is kinda takin off by someone elses point of view...Twitch!
Ummm...anyways read.
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A young boy the age of 8 sat on a step in front of his house. He was fidgeting, his dad was grilling food in the backyard, while his mom was sick in the house sleeping. She was always sick, he was getting use to it. His parents told him and his older sister to stay strong, and maybe she'll get better. His mom would be in the hospital, but she wanted to be with her family and take medication there, ONLY if it got serious she'd go to the hospital.
"Brian! What did you do with my car keys!"Yelled his upset sister. His sister just got her license and was always blaming him when her keys were missing.
"How do ya know I have 'em!"Brian yelled back. He smiled as he looked at his sisters car and fealt the lump in his pocket. Shure he took 'em but he wouldn't tell. His sister came walking out the door furious.
"BRIAN! GIVE ME MY KEYS!"She yelled in his face.
"Geez, evil big sister, here."He handed the keys to her.
"Man, I hate having a bratty little brother like you!"She yelled and grabbed the keys from him. She walked to her car.
"Where ya goin, Jen?" He asked with a pesky smile.
"It doesn't matter to you, just take care of mom."She got in the car and drove away.
"I hate Jennifer, always ruining all my fun,"He walked down the sidewalk. Him and his sister were 8 years apart but were fighting all the time. The eight year old, walked around the block. He spotted someone getting out of there car quickly and running up to there house. They left the car door wide open, the engine still running.
"They musta forgot sumthin,"The boy smiled, his body making quick movements. He ran over to the car and looked inside, then with one quick look towards the house, jumped in the car. Closing the door and locking it. He could hardly reach the pedals, but could still make the car go forward. First it jerked slowly, then stopped, faster, and faster. The car soon was roaring down the road, nothing was stopping him. All Brian could hear was the complaining of the car owner, screaming curses. Brian didn't care, his hands were twitching like crazy, this was the highlight of his day. This wasn't the first time behind the wheel, he remembered a few times.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
Brian was about two years old, him and his family were driving home from the store. His dad driving and his mom sitting in the passengers seat. He was in the back, sitting in a tight carseat, his ten year old sister sitting by him.
"Come on Brian, Say Jen-i-fer..."His sister tried to get the toddler to talk. Brian stared at her wide eyed, and then stared out the window. A cop cars sirens were heard outside, a small van on the other side of the road was being chased. Brian started squeeling with laughter at the sight of the cop chase.
"Baby, what are ya laughin at?"Tiredly his mom looked back and gave him a weak smile.
"Car!"He answered as he pointed outside.
"Yes, car."His mom answered.
"Yeah, its a police car, can you say pol-ice?"His sister asked. The little boy just stared at her and fell into a peaceful sleep. When they returned home, his parents saw there sleeping child.
"Awwww, I don't wanna take him in yet, he'll wake up,"Whispered his mom.
"Yeah, and if he wakes up he'll cry non-stop,"Added his sister. They all nodded in agreement, Brian was one of the hardest children to calm down.
"I'll just leave the heat running in the car, and lock it, he can take his afternoon nap out here."His dad whispered.
"Good idea,"Brians mom smiled, and they closed and locked the doors.
Brian woke up, his little two year old head dazed. He looked around, his parents and sister gone.
"Mommy?"He looked around.
"Daddy?...Jenny?"He panicked and with his chubby little hands unbuckled his carseat. A tear rolled down his cheek, did they forget him? He climbed into the front seat of the car, warm air blowing in his face from the vent. He squeeled in laughter, dispite the tears already on his wet cheeks. Brian looked up and saw the keys still in the car. He looked down at the gears, and put his hands on the gear shift and pulled back. Automaticly the car jerked back running into a garbage can. Brian giggled uncontrollably, until his mom came running out screaming, she ran up to the car and pulled Brian out.
"No, sweety don't ever do that again,"She kissed his forehead, the toddler was smiling.
"Mommy!Fun lets do 'gain!"He squeeled with joy. She took the keys out of the car and carried the boy in.
"No, thats bad Brian, don't ever do that,"
Brian just smiled, he liked it, it was his joyride.
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Brian smiled at the thought of his first car experience, he could never forget that. All of a sudden sirens were heard in Brians ears. The cops were on his tail, was he gonna be a good boy and pull over? Don't bet on that.
"Woohoo! Car chase..."He responded to himself. Hot pursuit ran through his mind. The cops were yelling at him through their speekers, he didn't care. He was pretty short though and couldn't exactly see where he was going, he ended up running into a ditch, swerving off the road. He could've got more injured, but the way the car landed totaled the car, and left him in one piece. The police all jumped out of their cars and ran up to the busted car, they swung open the door and roughly pulled the boy out.
"Your in trouble now, young man!" Brian innocently smiled as they walked him off to the police station.
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6 years later....
Brian now fourteen walked out of his house, his dad warning him not to get into any trouble. His mom died two years ago, she was diagnosed with stomach cancer when he hit the age of ten. Him and his dad were the only ones living at there old house now. His sister went off to college a few years back. Brian fealt alone most of the time, he fealt the only way to be happy is to get in trouble. He smiled and walked off.
I made Squids story first so, this is kinda takin off by someone elses point of view...Twitch!
Ummm...anyways read.
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A young boy the age of 8 sat on a step in front of his house. He was fidgeting, his dad was grilling food in the backyard, while his mom was sick in the house sleeping. She was always sick, he was getting use to it. His parents told him and his older sister to stay strong, and maybe she'll get better. His mom would be in the hospital, but she wanted to be with her family and take medication there, ONLY if it got serious she'd go to the hospital.
"Brian! What did you do with my car keys!"Yelled his upset sister. His sister just got her license and was always blaming him when her keys were missing.
"How do ya know I have 'em!"Brian yelled back. He smiled as he looked at his sisters car and fealt the lump in his pocket. Shure he took 'em but he wouldn't tell. His sister came walking out the door furious.
"BRIAN! GIVE ME MY KEYS!"She yelled in his face.
"Geez, evil big sister, here."He handed the keys to her.
"Man, I hate having a bratty little brother like you!"She yelled and grabbed the keys from him. She walked to her car.
"Where ya goin, Jen?" He asked with a pesky smile.
"It doesn't matter to you, just take care of mom."She got in the car and drove away.
"I hate Jennifer, always ruining all my fun,"He walked down the sidewalk. Him and his sister were 8 years apart but were fighting all the time. The eight year old, walked around the block. He spotted someone getting out of there car quickly and running up to there house. They left the car door wide open, the engine still running.
"They musta forgot sumthin,"The boy smiled, his body making quick movements. He ran over to the car and looked inside, then with one quick look towards the house, jumped in the car. Closing the door and locking it. He could hardly reach the pedals, but could still make the car go forward. First it jerked slowly, then stopped, faster, and faster. The car soon was roaring down the road, nothing was stopping him. All Brian could hear was the complaining of the car owner, screaming curses. Brian didn't care, his hands were twitching like crazy, this was the highlight of his day. This wasn't the first time behind the wheel, he remembered a few times.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
Brian was about two years old, him and his family were driving home from the store. His dad driving and his mom sitting in the passengers seat. He was in the back, sitting in a tight carseat, his ten year old sister sitting by him.
"Come on Brian, Say Jen-i-fer..."His sister tried to get the toddler to talk. Brian stared at her wide eyed, and then stared out the window. A cop cars sirens were heard outside, a small van on the other side of the road was being chased. Brian started squeeling with laughter at the sight of the cop chase.
"Baby, what are ya laughin at?"Tiredly his mom looked back and gave him a weak smile.
"Car!"He answered as he pointed outside.
"Yes, car."His mom answered.
"Yeah, its a police car, can you say pol-ice?"His sister asked. The little boy just stared at her and fell into a peaceful sleep. When they returned home, his parents saw there sleeping child.
"Awwww, I don't wanna take him in yet, he'll wake up,"Whispered his mom.
"Yeah, and if he wakes up he'll cry non-stop,"Added his sister. They all nodded in agreement, Brian was one of the hardest children to calm down.
"I'll just leave the heat running in the car, and lock it, he can take his afternoon nap out here."His dad whispered.
"Good idea,"Brians mom smiled, and they closed and locked the doors.
Brian woke up, his little two year old head dazed. He looked around, his parents and sister gone.
"Mommy?"He looked around.
"Daddy?...Jenny?"He panicked and with his chubby little hands unbuckled his carseat. A tear rolled down his cheek, did they forget him? He climbed into the front seat of the car, warm air blowing in his face from the vent. He squeeled in laughter, dispite the tears already on his wet cheeks. Brian looked up and saw the keys still in the car. He looked down at the gears, and put his hands on the gear shift and pulled back. Automaticly the car jerked back running into a garbage can. Brian giggled uncontrollably, until his mom came running out screaming, she ran up to the car and pulled Brian out.
"No, sweety don't ever do that again,"She kissed his forehead, the toddler was smiling.
"Mommy!Fun lets do 'gain!"He squeeled with joy. She took the keys out of the car and carried the boy in.
"No, thats bad Brian, don't ever do that,"
Brian just smiled, he liked it, it was his joyride.
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Brian smiled at the thought of his first car experience, he could never forget that. All of a sudden sirens were heard in Brians ears. The cops were on his tail, was he gonna be a good boy and pull over? Don't bet on that.
"Woohoo! Car chase..."He responded to himself. Hot pursuit ran through his mind. The cops were yelling at him through their speekers, he didn't care. He was pretty short though and couldn't exactly see where he was going, he ended up running into a ditch, swerving off the road. He could've got more injured, but the way the car landed totaled the car, and left him in one piece. The police all jumped out of their cars and ran up to the busted car, they swung open the door and roughly pulled the boy out.
"Your in trouble now, young man!" Brian innocently smiled as they walked him off to the police station.
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6 years later....
Brian now fourteen walked out of his house, his dad warning him not to get into any trouble. His mom died two years ago, she was diagnosed with stomach cancer when he hit the age of ten. Him and his dad were the only ones living at there old house now. His sister went off to college a few years back. Brian fealt alone most of the time, he fealt the only way to be happy is to get in trouble. He smiled and walked off.