~ I am sooo sorry I haven't written in soo long! Holidays. Need I say more?
So all you people who got bored waiting on me, COME BACK! I am still
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I walked quickly back to the tent. Maybe no one will see me crying. But of course, things like that never happen
"Hey, Falca, wait!"
I kept on walking. My name's Dragon. That's what Audrey called me.
"Falca, I said stop!"
"My name's not Falca!" I growled as I spun around. "The name's Dragon! Nobody calls me Falca around here except a fool!"
Stanley just stood there lost for words. "I am really sorry," he said his mouth trembling. "But I wanted to thank you for doing that for me back there."
I hated this. I mean, if you could've just looked at him that moment, it was the most pitiful thing you'd ever see. That's what irritated me.
"Would-you-just-stop?!" I roared the anger boiling over. "You need to stop pitying yourself and stop graveling over other people's feet, waiting for a command! It makes me sick!" I screamed holding my head and slowly sunk to the ground. "Do you know how insecure and juvenile you look apologizing for every little problem? GROW UP!"
He sat on the ground next to me without saying a word. He moved his hand to touch me, but I slapped it away. He sighed.
"I know how frustrated you are," he sighed. No, he didn't know. Just shut up Stanley. "And I'm not going to tell you that you need to stop putting all of your emotions on me." Spit it out. "But I will say this," he said as he tried to look into my eyes without success. "I come from a family similar to yours. Everyone just doesn't know how to cope with not having enough money coming in. You wouldn't believe what money can do a person. My dad used to be a nice and respectable business man before the company crashed. He used to be nice and jovial, always taking me out for walks, buying me ice cream, even took me to the beach every Sunday. But after the business crashed, he just stayed at home and worked on doing stuff with his shoes. He never smiled, never took me anywhere. And now, I guess you'd say that the bad luck rubbed on me."
"My mom was like that," I muttered under my breath. I snatched my head up and looked up to the sky. I wouldn't let him get to me. Nobody can reach this far into my heart and no one will.
"Stanley?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything against the Warden?"
"I've never met him."
"Her. And is that's a no?"
He nodded.
"Well somehow I want you to make one."
"Why?"
"Long story short, she's a murderer."
"Why? Tell me how this happened," he said frowning and crossed his legs to get more comfortable.
"I can't," I shook my head. I decided to change the subject. "So do you like to dig holes?"
"I can't say that I do."
"Well that's going to be your life here on out," I took a sip of water out of my canteen. "That's all you do and think around here. And that's how the story was made."
I walked quickly back to the tent. Maybe no one will see me crying. But of course, things like that never happen
"Hey, Falca, wait!"
I kept on walking. My name's Dragon. That's what Audrey called me.
"Falca, I said stop!"
"My name's not Falca!" I growled as I spun around. "The name's Dragon! Nobody calls me Falca around here except a fool!"
Stanley just stood there lost for words. "I am really sorry," he said his mouth trembling. "But I wanted to thank you for doing that for me back there."
I hated this. I mean, if you could've just looked at him that moment, it was the most pitiful thing you'd ever see. That's what irritated me.
"Would-you-just-stop?!" I roared the anger boiling over. "You need to stop pitying yourself and stop graveling over other people's feet, waiting for a command! It makes me sick!" I screamed holding my head and slowly sunk to the ground. "Do you know how insecure and juvenile you look apologizing for every little problem? GROW UP!"
He sat on the ground next to me without saying a word. He moved his hand to touch me, but I slapped it away. He sighed.
"I know how frustrated you are," he sighed. No, he didn't know. Just shut up Stanley. "And I'm not going to tell you that you need to stop putting all of your emotions on me." Spit it out. "But I will say this," he said as he tried to look into my eyes without success. "I come from a family similar to yours. Everyone just doesn't know how to cope with not having enough money coming in. You wouldn't believe what money can do a person. My dad used to be a nice and respectable business man before the company crashed. He used to be nice and jovial, always taking me out for walks, buying me ice cream, even took me to the beach every Sunday. But after the business crashed, he just stayed at home and worked on doing stuff with his shoes. He never smiled, never took me anywhere. And now, I guess you'd say that the bad luck rubbed on me."
"My mom was like that," I muttered under my breath. I snatched my head up and looked up to the sky. I wouldn't let him get to me. Nobody can reach this far into my heart and no one will.
"Stanley?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything against the Warden?"
"I've never met him."
"Her. And is that's a no?"
He nodded.
"Well somehow I want you to make one."
"Why?"
"Long story short, she's a murderer."
"Why? Tell me how this happened," he said frowning and crossed his legs to get more comfortable.
"I can't," I shook my head. I decided to change the subject. "So do you like to dig holes?"
"I can't say that I do."
"Well that's going to be your life here on out," I took a sip of water out of my canteen. "That's all you do and think around here. And that's how the story was made."