===The Life Of Miles Told By Himself===
---Chapter Four: My New Mom And Dad---
Miles was totaly devastated.
Miles was unlucky.
Miles wanted to be dead, he was about to theow himself head first down the stairs, when he saw the pictures of Amy, lining the way up the stairs, on the wall. Miles decided even though his life sucked, he still wanted to be with her. Miles walked to his room, which was still being remodeled. He had a TV, a computer, dressers and such. The walls werent painted yet, and there wasnt a whole lot in the room.
Miles grimly rode his bike to his old house, empty, lifeless, like his heart. He unlocked the door and opened it. Miles turned on some lights, seeing the living room and the kitchen, pictures of his parents on the wall, pictures of himself. He sat down on the couch, and cried his little heart out. He weeped until he fell asleep, on the couch, in his old house, where he belongs.
[Im holding back the tears as I tell this story to you, I missed my parents a lot, they were my whole life.]
Miles felt cold sleeping on the couch, as no one had turned the A/C off and it had been left alone of days. Suddenly, he felt a warmth come over him, and he woke up, and saw a glimpse of his parents, then it faded away.
Miles ran up the statirs to his old room, all of his stuff was there. He took out some suitcases and loaded them up with his belongings, feeling eerie sensations every now and then. He would turn around, and see nothing, but he felt a prescence in the room with him. He had taken everything but the large objects, the old TV, computer, dressers, bed, all that stuff stayed. Miles couldnt stand being in his house anymore. It had an eerie silence. It was dark, cold in some places, warm in others. He just wanted out. He was about to run out the door and never return when...
"Miiiilllllessssss....." a strange voice called him.
Miles shivered and slowly turned around. There was nothing, only a chill of the A/C. He promptly left as fast as possible, back to the Rose residence.
His day got a little brighter, when Mr. and Mrs. Rose called him to the kitchen.
"Yes Ma'am?" he said.
Mrs. Rose hugged Miles, "You dont need to call us ma'am and sir anymore."
"Why?"
"Because we adopted you, Miles, youre our son now."
[Wow, did they say what I thnk they just said? Did Amy's parents adopt me? Was I up for adoption?]
Miles just hugged back, holding back the tears of joy before they became too much, and he let them go as he hugged his 'mother.'
[I remember that day, it was like I was reborn. I had a new family
---Chapter Four: My New Mom And Dad---
Miles was totaly devastated.
Miles was unlucky.
Miles wanted to be dead, he was about to theow himself head first down the stairs, when he saw the pictures of Amy, lining the way up the stairs, on the wall. Miles decided even though his life sucked, he still wanted to be with her. Miles walked to his room, which was still being remodeled. He had a TV, a computer, dressers and such. The walls werent painted yet, and there wasnt a whole lot in the room.
Miles grimly rode his bike to his old house, empty, lifeless, like his heart. He unlocked the door and opened it. Miles turned on some lights, seeing the living room and the kitchen, pictures of his parents on the wall, pictures of himself. He sat down on the couch, and cried his little heart out. He weeped until he fell asleep, on the couch, in his old house, where he belongs.
[Im holding back the tears as I tell this story to you, I missed my parents a lot, they were my whole life.]
Miles felt cold sleeping on the couch, as no one had turned the A/C off and it had been left alone of days. Suddenly, he felt a warmth come over him, and he woke up, and saw a glimpse of his parents, then it faded away.
Miles ran up the statirs to his old room, all of his stuff was there. He took out some suitcases and loaded them up with his belongings, feeling eerie sensations every now and then. He would turn around, and see nothing, but he felt a prescence in the room with him. He had taken everything but the large objects, the old TV, computer, dressers, bed, all that stuff stayed. Miles couldnt stand being in his house anymore. It had an eerie silence. It was dark, cold in some places, warm in others. He just wanted out. He was about to run out the door and never return when...
"Miiiilllllessssss....." a strange voice called him.
Miles shivered and slowly turned around. There was nothing, only a chill of the A/C. He promptly left as fast as possible, back to the Rose residence.
His day got a little brighter, when Mr. and Mrs. Rose called him to the kitchen.
"Yes Ma'am?" he said.
Mrs. Rose hugged Miles, "You dont need to call us ma'am and sir anymore."
"Why?"
"Because we adopted you, Miles, youre our son now."
[Wow, did they say what I thnk they just said? Did Amy's parents adopt me? Was I up for adoption?]
Miles just hugged back, holding back the tears of joy before they became too much, and he let them go as he hugged his 'mother.'
[I remember that day, it was like I was reborn. I had a new family