[[ Hey guys! So I finally deiced to start off this thing with a new story! Well my first story. Please enjoy, reviews are loved. ]]
Aiden Alex Kirkland eyes where the color of dark grass, his birth mark that laid over his nose the color of poo. The young boy is looking out the window to see his neighbor in his own home. Two dogs getting it on in his yawn. It was Saturday afternoon, and he was bored. Aiden wished he had a friend to play piggy backs with. Well Aiden thought the dogs where playing piggy backs. Aiden sighed and walked away from the window. His mood ring, which he had found in a box of crackers, was the color of gray. Which, according to the chart, meant he was pensive, ambitious, or hungry. So he sat down on his toy box in front of his bed and ate some candy. His only friend's where the animals from Camp Lazlo. They weren't the real ones you bought in the shop, but fake one's he had to make him self from shells, gum, pompoms, and chicken bones from Friday night dinner. He had to make his own toys, and his favorite where shrinks. Photo chip packets, that he had shuck in the oven.
Aiden father, Arthur Kirkland, worked in a factory attaching the strings to teabags. At show and tell, he told the class "He could get as many teabags as he wanted". Aiden favorite teabag was Earl Gray. He loved saying Earl Gray. And would like, one day, to marry a women named Earl Gray. They would live in a castle in Scotland, have nine babies, two ducks, and a dog who they would call Jack. Arthur hobby was to sit in his shied and drink, Baileys Irish Cream, and stuff birds he found on the road. Aiden wished he would spend more time with him and less with his..dead friends. Arthur had a problem where he thought he could see things and hear them talk to him. Crazy man he was. Aiden also wished he had some brothers and sisters. His mother had told him that he was a mistake. How could someone be an accident?
Her uncle Angus said that babies where found at the bottom of beer bottles. Uncle Angus smelt like pickled eggs, and had been a member of the Scottish Ice Breakers for fifty-one years. They swam in winter to fell alive. He had died the year before, age seventh-four. Aiden missed him, and wondered why he had drunk ammonia. A lot of things puzzled Aiden. Epically his mother, Alice Kirkland. To Aiden, Alice was always wobbly. Alice liked to listen to cricket while she baked, and her main ingredients was always, Sheery. She told Aiden that it was a type of tea for only grown ups. Aiden couldn't also understand why Alice was always borrowing things. Yesterday, she borrowed some fish fingers from isle six. She told Aiden that she put things up her dress to save plastic bags.
One day it was pouring rain outside. Aiden sat on his bed thinking about how to make friends on Monday. Aiden stopped day dreaming and went to fetch his pet kola from outside. His father had found the kola on the side of the freeway, after he had fallen off the back of a slaughter truck. Aiden named him Sydney. Aiden sat on the couch and put Sydney beside him. It was time to watch Camp Lazo. There was nothing nicer then the smell of a wet kola, the sound of rain on the roof, and the taste of sweeten condensed milk straight from the can.
[Okay, so it was short...BUT IT WILL GET BETTER! Maybe...I'm not sure. ]