*FLASHBACK*
Young, tempting Mike entered the school building. Being sixteen and having all the anger in him was violent. The sixteen year old was mad at his mother because of all of her cruel ways. "Hey, Mike," everyone said, but there was no reply. These hamsters were soon to see the world's hamsers' most feared hamster in history later in the day.
Mike went to homeroom class. Only when he had a great idea, he was silent. He got up and walked over to his friend's desk and said, "Hey, bro, I need a paper." His friend hastily replied to the request by handing him a piece of paper and saying, "What's up, Mike?" "Parent's are divorcing," he remarked hastily and went back to his desk.
"Mom's birthday is today," Mike said to himself quietly. "I've got to make a present for her and can immediately give her and run out the door to Dad." He made a card that said on the front 'A Happy Birthday Gift to You.' But on the inside, in bold, capitalized letters, was 'I hate you' over and over again on the card.
When he got home, Mike opened the door and stopped dead. "Dad?" he stuttered. There was Mike's dad sprawled on the floor with his mom beside him. "Now you have to stay with me," his mom said evilly. "No, no, this isn't happening...," Mike returned. But, after all interrupting thoughts, he knew his dad was dead. Mike looked at his mother and said, "I made a birthday card for you."
Mike's mother grinned, took it in her paws, and retorted, "Oh, Michael, you shouldn't have..." When she opened it, Mike screamed, "No! I shouldn't have! I should've just said it this morning! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!" With that, he ran out the door.
*INTERRUPTING THOUGHT*
"That's only the beginning of it," Mike stated. "Oh my, I'd never cried in my life, not even as an infant. But this..."
*BACK TO FLASHBACK*
After getting a ways from the house, Mike ran into the park. He found a bush and jumped under it. "Dad's dead," he whispered repeatedly. "That woman's going to be dead by the end of the day." And for the first time in his life, the tears formed in Mike's eyes. Now there was nothing that could stop him. He would take on his own ways and survive...by evil. As the tears came down, he said, "Curse that woman. So inferior. Nothing can stop me now. Hamsters everywhere will soon fear me."
A few hours later, Mike returned to his house. He saw a police car parked in front of the house, so Mike assumed they had caught his evil mother. He raced in and said, "Where is that woman? She killed my dad!" "She's not here," the officer said. "But, first, my name is Officer Tom and this here is Officer Bob. We're here to help you." "Where is that woman? Is she in jail?" Mike repeated. "No, she's not in jail," Officer Bob replied. Officer Tom remarked quietly, "She's in Hell."
Mike stared at them blankly. "Uh...what do you mean?" he inquired with a tone of happiness. "She jumped off a dam," Officer Bob replied. "Very sad indeed. We tried to stop her, but she jumped off because of this card." He held up the card that Mike had given his mother. "But she deserved to die. She killed your father."
Mike started to wonder where he would go. "Where will I go?" he queried. Officer Tom spoke up. "You'll be staying with me," he remarked. "What?" Mike shouted. "A police officer? What kind of life is that?" "A very civilized one," Officer Tom returned. "Escuse me?" he retorted. "I'm civilized. You may think that I'm a good guy because of my looks, but I'm the worst thing that ever walked on the face of this pathetic earth!" "What are you trying to say?" Officer Bob inquired. Mike yelled, "I hate you! I hate my mother, too! (Very violent, no?) Just let me be my own! I'm sixteen!"
Officer Tom looked at his partner and said, "It'll only be until you find someone to take you." Mike finally reluctantly followed the two out the door and to the police car.
Later that day, Mike was pacing around the bedroom that Officer Tom gave him. "I'm getting out of here," he murmured over and over. Mike hadn't brought anything of his, so he didn't worry about anything. He heard Officer Tom watching television and knew he wouldn't know until later he had gone.
Mike tried the window, but the window wouldn't budge. He finally took a dresser drawer and threw it out the window. The drawer busted the window and Mike saw freedom ahead of him. He jumped out the window and landed hard on the dewey ground.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Young, tempting Mike entered the school building. Being sixteen and having all the anger in him was violent. The sixteen year old was mad at his mother because of all of her cruel ways. "Hey, Mike," everyone said, but there was no reply. These hamsters were soon to see the world's hamsers' most feared hamster in history later in the day.
Mike went to homeroom class. Only when he had a great idea, he was silent. He got up and walked over to his friend's desk and said, "Hey, bro, I need a paper." His friend hastily replied to the request by handing him a piece of paper and saying, "What's up, Mike?" "Parent's are divorcing," he remarked hastily and went back to his desk.
"Mom's birthday is today," Mike said to himself quietly. "I've got to make a present for her and can immediately give her and run out the door to Dad." He made a card that said on the front 'A Happy Birthday Gift to You.' But on the inside, in bold, capitalized letters, was 'I hate you' over and over again on the card.
When he got home, Mike opened the door and stopped dead. "Dad?" he stuttered. There was Mike's dad sprawled on the floor with his mom beside him. "Now you have to stay with me," his mom said evilly. "No, no, this isn't happening...," Mike returned. But, after all interrupting thoughts, he knew his dad was dead. Mike looked at his mother and said, "I made a birthday card for you."
Mike's mother grinned, took it in her paws, and retorted, "Oh, Michael, you shouldn't have..." When she opened it, Mike screamed, "No! I shouldn't have! I should've just said it this morning! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!" With that, he ran out the door.
*INTERRUPTING THOUGHT*
"That's only the beginning of it," Mike stated. "Oh my, I'd never cried in my life, not even as an infant. But this..."
*BACK TO FLASHBACK*
After getting a ways from the house, Mike ran into the park. He found a bush and jumped under it. "Dad's dead," he whispered repeatedly. "That woman's going to be dead by the end of the day." And for the first time in his life, the tears formed in Mike's eyes. Now there was nothing that could stop him. He would take on his own ways and survive...by evil. As the tears came down, he said, "Curse that woman. So inferior. Nothing can stop me now. Hamsters everywhere will soon fear me."
A few hours later, Mike returned to his house. He saw a police car parked in front of the house, so Mike assumed they had caught his evil mother. He raced in and said, "Where is that woman? She killed my dad!" "She's not here," the officer said. "But, first, my name is Officer Tom and this here is Officer Bob. We're here to help you." "Where is that woman? Is she in jail?" Mike repeated. "No, she's not in jail," Officer Bob replied. Officer Tom remarked quietly, "She's in Hell."
Mike stared at them blankly. "Uh...what do you mean?" he inquired with a tone of happiness. "She jumped off a dam," Officer Bob replied. "Very sad indeed. We tried to stop her, but she jumped off because of this card." He held up the card that Mike had given his mother. "But she deserved to die. She killed your father."
Mike started to wonder where he would go. "Where will I go?" he queried. Officer Tom spoke up. "You'll be staying with me," he remarked. "What?" Mike shouted. "A police officer? What kind of life is that?" "A very civilized one," Officer Tom returned. "Escuse me?" he retorted. "I'm civilized. You may think that I'm a good guy because of my looks, but I'm the worst thing that ever walked on the face of this pathetic earth!" "What are you trying to say?" Officer Bob inquired. Mike yelled, "I hate you! I hate my mother, too! (Very violent, no?) Just let me be my own! I'm sixteen!"
Officer Tom looked at his partner and said, "It'll only be until you find someone to take you." Mike finally reluctantly followed the two out the door and to the police car.
Later that day, Mike was pacing around the bedroom that Officer Tom gave him. "I'm getting out of here," he murmured over and over. Mike hadn't brought anything of his, so he didn't worry about anything. He heard Officer Tom watching television and knew he wouldn't know until later he had gone.
Mike tried the window, but the window wouldn't budge. He finally took a dresser drawer and threw it out the window. The drawer busted the window and Mike saw freedom ahead of him. He jumped out the window and landed hard on the dewey ground.
*END OF FLASHBACK*