Hey. Person95 here. hope you like my story. The only way I know If you like the story is if you REVIEW so I hope you get the point. (I want you to review)
Fang and I have were dating for a while. I'm twenty now and so is Fang. Four years ago I found out I was pregnant with Fang's child. Four years ago I left the flock because I was afraid that Fang wouldn't want it and leave or just break up with me. So me being the genius I am, decided that I would leave first. I love Fang and I love the child inside me, I don't think I'd be able to live without either one. You need to know this before you start reading, otherwise this story won't make any sense.
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A headache was pushing my limit. Not voice induced headache, more like your kid that won't SHUT UP kind of a headache. Don't get me wrong I love Alex, more than anything, but sometimes he is worse than Nudge. A sharp pain hit my heart at the thought of the Flock. Great! I'm in pain everywhere.
"Mom, how long until we get to the ice cream shop?" Alex asked.
"Um, just another block sweetie." We came up to a corner and I held out my hand. He grabbed it and looked up at me. His eyes were so much like his father's, god I missed Fang.
"Mom, it's a walk sign."
"Oh." And with that we started up again. Alex skipped next to me as we crossed the street.
"Hey mom? Did you know that the Ring around the rosy nursery rhyme was based on the bubonic plague? How cool is that? Mary said that-" I tuned out the rest. Alex is extremely smart for his age. He found an intrest in historical books when he was one, yes he could read when he was one, and has sorta become a major history buff. It scares me a little.
It seems like just yesterday I was cradling him in my arms, now he is a four year old 7th grader in the gifted and talented program who still hold my hand while crossing the street.
"Did you know that Agatha Christie is an author that is only outsold by the bible and Shakespeare? I have taken an interest in her mystery novels and I've noticed a pattern that most of her victims die of poisons. Isn't that odd? A local college professor-"
"Alex we're here." His face lit up with excitement. He ran into the shop, the only problem was there was someone on the other side of the door.
"Whoa. Hang on there," the man aid in a husky facetious voice. (Like the word? I learned it from Alex. It means joking... I think)
"I'm sorry sir. I just got a little excited," Alex explains in a small voice that holds authority.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Alex knows he's not supposed to run into places for this exact reason," I said. "Right Alex?" I leaned down and picked him up. I hadn't been able to see the man yet, but he had stepped out of the store by the time I had finished picking up Alex.
When I did finish, I was looking Fang in the eye.