The thunder outside rumbled as a five year old boy shivered in his bed. Tears streamed down his face in terror as a crack of lightning filled the night sky. The child was terrified of storms, and this brought him nothing but worry. Slowly but surely, the lad slipped out of bed and crept slowly to a room down the hall.
Just as the boy pushed the door open, thunder cracked. He ran over to the bed where his dad was laying, shaking his father awake.
Groggily, the father sat up. "Ferb, what's wrong?"
The boy, Ferb, jumped up into his father's lap, crying.
"Is the storm frightening you?" Ferb's father, Lawrence, asked.
Ferb nodded.
Lightning shown outside the window, making Ferb burry his head into his father's shoulder.
"Don't worry, son. I'm right here." Lawrence soothed, hugging his five-year-old close.
For a few minutes, there was silence as Ferb cried softly.
"Son, you should be getting to bed. We have a long flight tomorrow." Lawrence said, carrying Ferb back to his bed.
"At this time tomorrow, we'll be in America."
So, this is my new story. I hope you all enjoy and I hope to have a new chapter up soon. Please R&R.