A New Home
Chapter 1: The Fire that Changed Everything.
All he could remember was waking up and smelling smoke. He could hear screams. He could hear sirens. He remembered waking up and going out in the hallway, only to see fire and hear more screams. He remembered getting outside, somehow. Then, he remembered seeing the house burn to the ground. The firemen showing up, too late. They were gone. His family, his friends. Gone. He was the only survivor. He had to get away, had to go someplace, somewhere. He had to get away from it all. There had to be someplace he could go. He started running... and running. He didn't care where he ended up. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision. He didn't care, as long as he got away. He couldn't look back. He finally stopped and looked around. He was in downtown Tokyo. He kept running. He bumped into someone.
"Whoa! Slowdown kid. Where's the fire?" the guy asked. That made him more mad and sad at the same time. He couldn't control it any longer. He started crying. He didn't even know this guy, but he told him his whole story. He couldn't believe how much he was crying. He had never realized how much they meant to him, his friends, his family, the people closest to him, the people who cared about him, and loved him. He looked at the guy he had bumped into. They were about the same age. They both had ______. (AN: Blanking out the word because then you would know who they were and I don't want you to find out until the next chapter.)
"Why don't you come with me? Sounds like you really need comforting now. Come on," the guy said. He nodded, still crying.
TBC...
Chapter 1: The Fire that Changed Everything.
All he could remember was waking up and smelling smoke. He could hear screams. He could hear sirens. He remembered waking up and going out in the hallway, only to see fire and hear more screams. He remembered getting outside, somehow. Then, he remembered seeing the house burn to the ground. The firemen showing up, too late. They were gone. His family, his friends. Gone. He was the only survivor. He had to get away, had to go someplace, somewhere. He had to get away from it all. There had to be someplace he could go. He started running... and running. He didn't care where he ended up. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision. He didn't care, as long as he got away. He couldn't look back. He finally stopped and looked around. He was in downtown Tokyo. He kept running. He bumped into someone.
"Whoa! Slowdown kid. Where's the fire?" the guy asked. That made him more mad and sad at the same time. He couldn't control it any longer. He started crying. He didn't even know this guy, but he told him his whole story. He couldn't believe how much he was crying. He had never realized how much they meant to him, his friends, his family, the people closest to him, the people who cared about him, and loved him. He looked at the guy he had bumped into. They were about the same age. They both had ______. (AN: Blanking out the word because then you would know who they were and I don't want you to find out until the next chapter.)
"Why don't you come with me? Sounds like you really need comforting now. Come on," the guy said. He nodded, still crying.
TBC...