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Nicholas Sparks and Warner Bros.
Chapter 2: The Accident
The morning after my accident, I woke up with a terrible headache. I had a really deep cut on my head and a bandage over it. I sighed as I got up out of my bed and started to get ready for Church, since it was Sunday. My mother forces me to go to it, and I don't like it. The Reverend, Ray Rocket, just stands up there all day praising God and all of this crap, while I just sit there, bored to tears. Then, the choir always sings some dumb songs about God. The choir consisted of his two kids, Otto and Reggie. Otto is three years younger than I am, and Reggie is my age. I don't know Otto that well, but Reggie is in all of my classes. She is a major loser. She wears the same stupid sweater everyday and always goes to the orphanage to visit the orphans. She's very unattractive, with her thick purple hair and plain face. Not to mention, she's as skinny as a pencil.
Anyways, I limped down the stairs after I finished getting ready, sitting down to the breakfast that my mother, Sandy, had prepared for me. It was just her, Twister, and me. My father, Raul, had left us when I was ten. He was a jerk, and I always hoped that I would never see him again.
"Mom, my leg really hurts. I don't think I can really go anywhere today." I told her. I would use any excuse just not to go to Church. But it didn't work.
"Lars, you can't keep doing this! Your brother could have died! You need a father." She told me sternly as she washed the dishes.
"I'm not ever speaking to him again," I told her. She turned around and gave me "the look."
"Lars Rodriguez, not only do you need to forgive your father, but you need him to whip you into line. No more drinking and no more initiating!" She turned around and continued to wash the dishes.
An hour later, we went to Church. Sure enough, Ray was up there praising God for saving Twister's life. My mother gave me a stern look as I rolled my eyes. Then Ray stepped down from the podium and the choir stood up to sing. There stood Otto and Reggie. Reggie looked at me as the music started to play. She hates me. But oh well. I hate her too. Then the choir burst into song. After singing a chorus, Reggie sang a solo. She wasn't a bad singer, but the whole time she was looking at me like she was completely disgusted. I should be the one disgusted, having to sit through that dumb reception the whole time. Once again, I rolled my eyes.
Chapter 2: The Accident
The morning after my accident, I woke up with a terrible headache. I had a really deep cut on my head and a bandage over it. I sighed as I got up out of my bed and started to get ready for Church, since it was Sunday. My mother forces me to go to it, and I don't like it. The Reverend, Ray Rocket, just stands up there all day praising God and all of this crap, while I just sit there, bored to tears. Then, the choir always sings some dumb songs about God. The choir consisted of his two kids, Otto and Reggie. Otto is three years younger than I am, and Reggie is my age. I don't know Otto that well, but Reggie is in all of my classes. She is a major loser. She wears the same stupid sweater everyday and always goes to the orphanage to visit the orphans. She's very unattractive, with her thick purple hair and plain face. Not to mention, she's as skinny as a pencil.
Anyways, I limped down the stairs after I finished getting ready, sitting down to the breakfast that my mother, Sandy, had prepared for me. It was just her, Twister, and me. My father, Raul, had left us when I was ten. He was a jerk, and I always hoped that I would never see him again.
"Mom, my leg really hurts. I don't think I can really go anywhere today." I told her. I would use any excuse just not to go to Church. But it didn't work.
"Lars, you can't keep doing this! Your brother could have died! You need a father." She told me sternly as she washed the dishes.
"I'm not ever speaking to him again," I told her. She turned around and gave me "the look."
"Lars Rodriguez, not only do you need to forgive your father, but you need him to whip you into line. No more drinking and no more initiating!" She turned around and continued to wash the dishes.
An hour later, we went to Church. Sure enough, Ray was up there praising God for saving Twister's life. My mother gave me a stern look as I rolled my eyes. Then Ray stepped down from the podium and the choir stood up to sing. There stood Otto and Reggie. Reggie looked at me as the music started to play. She hates me. But oh well. I hate her too. Then the choir burst into song. After singing a chorus, Reggie sang a solo. She wasn't a bad singer, but the whole time she was looking at me like she was completely disgusted. I should be the one disgusted, having to sit through that dumb reception the whole time. Once again, I rolled my eyes.