Nick: The Child Soilder

by LilmanToBigboy

When a six year old boy gets kidnapped, what do you expect to happen. Becoming a co-leader of a child group, then joining the Russian military is not what you expected to happen. What did you expected? He was raised in war to raise a little hell. Completely normal thing for a child to grow up as.

3. Chapter 3

I walked out the door making sure I locked it. Turing and walking down the steps. As I reached the bottom of the steps I started heading towards the drive way. We lived in an urban environment so we lived pretty close to my school. After getting home from the hospital, I went straight to catching up in my class. I went to a failing student, to a straight A's student by the time the year was over. That was also the day I joined the school football team as a running back.

Getting into the passenger of the truck that dad bought after our car was totaled. It was a 1999 red ford pick-up truck, with tinted windows, and silver trimming's. The interior of the truck was with black. Black dashboards, seat's, and roofing cover.

I closed the door and buckled up. My father was already in the driver seat already ready to leave. He backed out the driveway and started to drive me to my school. The school wasn't far, but it wasn't walking distance either. I could go on the bus, however an accident happened and I was kicked off the bus. The only thing though, is that I didn't cause the accident. It was the kid behind me that framed me, and I was mad. We got in an argument when the bus stopped at a light, but it only escaladed to yelling. The bus driver broke up the fight and we got scolded, however I was the only one that got punished. I got told a few days later that I wasn't allowed on the bus.

Apparently, the kid that was messing with me, told a different story and said I hit him. I wasn't even messing with him, and he had the gull to tell that story. I wasn't allowed to even given the chance to tell my half of the story. I told my father my half of the story, and he went to the principle of my school. However, when he got there and told the truth, the principle told us that without proof of my half of the story, he couldn't do anything. We left a few minutes later.

I stopped my train of thought when the car stopped. I looked out the window and noticed that I was at my school.

"Well, I pick you up later then son" my father said to me with a smile.

I looked at him with a big smile. "Yes, please do" I said while opening the door. I looked at him one last time and walked to the school entrance. I waved goodbye and walked in.