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Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!!!
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Chapter One:
"Hahahaha" laughed the little boy when he chased the two butterflies down the field. It was a hot day in mid spring where all of nature came and pranced around joyously. The rivers sparkled like diamonds in a dark mine and the trees were filled with blossoming flowers.
"I want to play too!" the little boy told the butterflies. Both butterflies were a mix of black and blue and had long antennae that curled around two inches above their tiny heads. They both flew around the six year old and went on their merry little way over the river.
"Bye!" waved the boy. He was a squee-sized tot with messy black hair and dark hazel eyes. He wore dark black jeans and a black shirt with white stripes at the end of his sleeves.
The little boy ran back down the field and saw his father coming home from work.
"DADDY!! YOUR HOME!!" yelled the little boy. He giggled as he jumped up and hugged his father. His father laughed and spinned around, holding his son dearly.
"How was work daddy?" questioned the boy.
" It was great. I got a surprise for you!" said the father "Close your eyes"
The boy closed them and put the palms of his hands over his eyes to reassure his dad that he wasn't looking.
The father took out a wrapped up present and held it in front of him. "Open them"
The child opened his eyes and smiled "A present? Oh Boy!!" He got a hold of the present and stared at the red ribbon and blue wrapping paper with stars and moons all over it.
"Go ahead and open it son," his father said softly
The boy nodded and slowly ripped apart the wrapping paper and ribbon. He pulled up the top and set it on the grassy field. Then he looked inside the box and reached inside. He pulled the objects out of the box and his eyes widened. It was a big black book, two pencils, and a pocketknife.
The boy flipped the pages of the book and saw no words just.... lines. He turned it to the first page and saw some bold print on it. "Mah..MY DI- DIARRHEA...MY DIARRHEA!" the boy read to his father.
His father looked at his son strangely and laughed. "No no ha ha it says 'My Diary' not my diarrhea" chuckled his father.
"Ooh. Diary. What a nice name for a book." said the little boy
" Son, I want you to keep this diary okay? I want you to write what your emotions are or what you've done, seen or thought in this diary. Just don't show it to anybody because this is your own personal diary. Keep it somewhere safe. You think you can manage?" his father questioned.
The boy nodded and put his diary close to his chest. He picked up the two pencils and put them in his pocket while his father picked up his pocket knife.
" This.." his father said, "is a pocket knife. I am giving this to you so you can protect yourself from strangers. Now remember, only use this when you need too. You can't just stab every person you see okay son? ONLY use it if someone is bugging you or wants to do something that makes you uncomfortable...you know" his father eyed his sons pants.
"GAH!!" panicked the boy as he covered his part with his book.
"Good going!" laughed his father. He handed the knife to his son and patted his head and with that he headed inside the house.
As he watched his father walk away the little boy stared at his new pocketknife. He watched it sparkle and shine neatly like the sun.
" Johnny! Time for dinner!" called out his mother.
Johnny put away his pocketknife and walked up the steps to his home.
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Good, yes? Well I must leave. Next chapter will be up soon. R/R if you will ^_^ Anyway, just to make sure there is no confusion. That boy was Johnny obviously and this story will most likely run about the time before Johnny became homicidal. His past. Hope you liked it ^_^
Enjoy!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!!!
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Chapter One:
"Hahahaha" laughed the little boy when he chased the two butterflies down the field. It was a hot day in mid spring where all of nature came and pranced around joyously. The rivers sparkled like diamonds in a dark mine and the trees were filled with blossoming flowers.
"I want to play too!" the little boy told the butterflies. Both butterflies were a mix of black and blue and had long antennae that curled around two inches above their tiny heads. They both flew around the six year old and went on their merry little way over the river.
"Bye!" waved the boy. He was a squee-sized tot with messy black hair and dark hazel eyes. He wore dark black jeans and a black shirt with white stripes at the end of his sleeves.
The little boy ran back down the field and saw his father coming home from work.
"DADDY!! YOUR HOME!!" yelled the little boy. He giggled as he jumped up and hugged his father. His father laughed and spinned around, holding his son dearly.
"How was work daddy?" questioned the boy.
" It was great. I got a surprise for you!" said the father "Close your eyes"
The boy closed them and put the palms of his hands over his eyes to reassure his dad that he wasn't looking.
The father took out a wrapped up present and held it in front of him. "Open them"
The child opened his eyes and smiled "A present? Oh Boy!!" He got a hold of the present and stared at the red ribbon and blue wrapping paper with stars and moons all over it.
"Go ahead and open it son," his father said softly
The boy nodded and slowly ripped apart the wrapping paper and ribbon. He pulled up the top and set it on the grassy field. Then he looked inside the box and reached inside. He pulled the objects out of the box and his eyes widened. It was a big black book, two pencils, and a pocketknife.
The boy flipped the pages of the book and saw no words just.... lines. He turned it to the first page and saw some bold print on it. "Mah..MY DI- DIARRHEA...MY DIARRHEA!" the boy read to his father.
His father looked at his son strangely and laughed. "No no ha ha it says 'My Diary' not my diarrhea" chuckled his father.
"Ooh. Diary. What a nice name for a book." said the little boy
" Son, I want you to keep this diary okay? I want you to write what your emotions are or what you've done, seen or thought in this diary. Just don't show it to anybody because this is your own personal diary. Keep it somewhere safe. You think you can manage?" his father questioned.
The boy nodded and put his diary close to his chest. He picked up the two pencils and put them in his pocket while his father picked up his pocket knife.
" This.." his father said, "is a pocket knife. I am giving this to you so you can protect yourself from strangers. Now remember, only use this when you need too. You can't just stab every person you see okay son? ONLY use it if someone is bugging you or wants to do something that makes you uncomfortable...you know" his father eyed his sons pants.
"GAH!!" panicked the boy as he covered his part with his book.
"Good going!" laughed his father. He handed the knife to his son and patted his head and with that he headed inside the house.
As he watched his father walk away the little boy stared at his new pocketknife. He watched it sparkle and shine neatly like the sun.
" Johnny! Time for dinner!" called out his mother.
Johnny put away his pocketknife and walked up the steps to his home.
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Good, yes? Well I must leave. Next chapter will be up soon. R/R if you will ^_^ Anyway, just to make sure there is no confusion. That boy was Johnny obviously and this story will most likely run about the time before Johnny became homicidal. His past. Hope you liked it ^_^