A\N: Ok here is the next chapter, finally.
Chapter 3: Simon's Feelings And Here We Go Again
Simon was in deep shock. How could *he* be responsible for killing someone?
He felt a bitter sickening feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He wanted to puke.
"Some Christmas wish." He said silently to himself.
All he wanted to do was go home. Home, they only place he ever seemed to feel safe.
Not at school, not after that kid threatened to shoot him. And then he shot his dad in the shoulder. His dad could've died.
All the kids at school thought he was such a goody-two-shoes. Because he was the son of a preacher. "Preacher Boy" they called him, he hated that nickname so much.
But now he had killed someone, but he would never kill anyone.
But he had heard Cecelia say: "Simon, it was an accident".
But had it been? He wasn't very sure. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn't.
His mind was racing off into space. He just felt like lying down. He was sick to his stomach.
He wanted to puke so badly. He could feel all the crud in his stomach rise up into his throat, ready to come out. He tried to shake the feeling out of his head.
It worked; he was able to clear his mind.
He just really wanted to go home. He really did. He hated this wish.
He really did.
But then, something weird happened.
Just as he was about to get up of the ground. He saw something falling out of the sky. It was a star. The same one that got him into this wish in the first place.
"Oh no you don't." Simon said.
But it was to late. The star came right towards him, and hit him.
There was once again a bright flash. And everything blacked out for Simon.
~ * ~ * ~
When he woke up. Simon was lying in the street.
"Where the heck am I?" He asked himself.
But when he looked around, he knew exactly where he was.
~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 3~*~*~*~
A\N: You like it? I only have 2 more chapters after this! I'm almost done. Yay! Review it please, its what keeps me writing.
Talk to you all later,
-Alexa
Chapter 3: Simon's Feelings And Here We Go Again
Simon was in deep shock. How could *he* be responsible for killing someone?
He felt a bitter sickening feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He wanted to puke.
"Some Christmas wish." He said silently to himself.
All he wanted to do was go home. Home, they only place he ever seemed to feel safe.
Not at school, not after that kid threatened to shoot him. And then he shot his dad in the shoulder. His dad could've died.
All the kids at school thought he was such a goody-two-shoes. Because he was the son of a preacher. "Preacher Boy" they called him, he hated that nickname so much.
But now he had killed someone, but he would never kill anyone.
But he had heard Cecelia say: "Simon, it was an accident".
But had it been? He wasn't very sure. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn't.
His mind was racing off into space. He just felt like lying down. He was sick to his stomach.
He wanted to puke so badly. He could feel all the crud in his stomach rise up into his throat, ready to come out. He tried to shake the feeling out of his head.
It worked; he was able to clear his mind.
He just really wanted to go home. He really did. He hated this wish.
He really did.
But then, something weird happened.
Just as he was about to get up of the ground. He saw something falling out of the sky. It was a star. The same one that got him into this wish in the first place.
"Oh no you don't." Simon said.
But it was to late. The star came right towards him, and hit him.
There was once again a bright flash. And everything blacked out for Simon.
~ * ~ * ~
When he woke up. Simon was lying in the street.
"Where the heck am I?" He asked himself.
But when he looked around, he knew exactly where he was.
~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 3~*~*~*~
A\N: You like it? I only have 2 more chapters after this! I'm almost done. Yay! Review it please, its what keeps me writing.
Talk to you all later,
-Alexa