authors note- ok, so this story is almost over, next chapter is the last. OMG so TealMoose submitted this amazing plot, but i already did that genre :( so, TealMoose, I took your idea and wrote it into a seperate oneshot, called 'my last breath'. OH, and if any of you are interested, im going to put a new story later today, and im determined to make it SUPER angsy, i think i will call it..'nobody'...im not sure yet. so yeh, if u live on planet angst, check that out if you want to. next chapter! i dont own anything you may recognize.
alot of people submitted this plot, so the following plot was submitted by whoever submitted it..like alot of people.
chapter 29..or is it 28? - tragedy
10 year old Kendall Knight sits paitentally in the waiting room.
He swings his feet back and forth, and looks through every magazine on the table sitting next to him.
"Hmm...how to get your teenager to communicate with you better." Kendall says to himself as he flips through a Parenting Weekly magazine.
"Hmm...how to bake the perfect cake." Kendall flips through a Women's Day magazine.
"Hmm...what's one thing Dak Zevon would take with him to an island." Kendall flips through a PopTiger magazine.
"Hmm...how to decide which blade to use when aiming at a deer." He flips through a hunting magazine.
"Ughhhh." Kendall throws all the magazines back, and leans agianst the couch in the waiting room.
"Mom!" The ten year old pops up, when his mother enters the waiting room.
He hugs his mother tightly around the waist, "So?"
Mrs. Knight tried her best to stay strong, but cant help from falling apart.
"K-Kendall, come sit down."
The mother and son sit back down on the couch in the waiting room, and Mrs. Knight grabs her son's hand tightly, and looks into his already glossy eyes.
"Y-your father..." Mrs Knight clears her throat, "Your father is in..." She trails off.
Kendall's response was alittle denial at first, as in, this cant be happening, no this didnt just happen.
"Is in where?" Kendall knew where, but denial was taking over.
She clears her throat again, "A better place now."
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Rain was falling from the sky, the flowers on the ground were drooped over, it was such a stereotypical funeral.
Ten year old Kendall Knight stands over his father's grave
Tear drops roll down his face, but he doesnt care, he lets them fall. He's already soaking wet, anyway.
A gentle hand reaches over his shoulder, followed by two more.
Kendall looks up, his droopy wet bangs in his face. His three best friends are next to him, motioning him for a hug.
Kendall looks at his father's grave, then back at his friends, who are nodding at him.
Kendall drops the flowers on his father's grave.
Then he reaches toward his friends, and they pull into a group hug.
His friends rub his back, and its four ten year olds standing out in the middle of a grave yard, soaking wet.
Kendall sniffles, pulls out from his friends, and looks back at the grave, then smiles.
His father will still always be in his heart.
authors note- tragic. but i had to end it happy like that. anyway, yeh so uhm, does anyone want to tell me what A.U. stands for? like legit, i see that in peoples summaries, & im like wtf does that stand for? anyway, theres one chapter left, next chapter is Western, and i need an idea! REVIEW PLEASE
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