Chapter two – Jim runs away
He had made up him mind. He was running away. He was doing it because nobody understood him. Even after making himself a hero at Treasure Planet, everbody was still on his case all the time.
He packed up all his most-importatnt stuff he would ever need. Of course he was bringing his solar-suffer, and his favorite socks that had a hole in the toe when you took your shoes off (but he didn't care if anybody would think that was weird), and all his electric guitar magasines, and his fav gold hoop earing, and Morph that John Silver had give him, and his Treasure Planet holobook from since he was a kid (it was kinda like a good-luck charm now), and he snuck a few cans of soda out of the kichen at the BenBow where he lived and packed those too. "I wish I had a something of dad's to bring away with me," Jim thought whit one single little tear roling down his cheek. But he didn't even have his dad. And he didn't have anything that belonged to his dad, too, because when his dad had left he had tacken everything of his with him and hadn't left anything behind but a sad wife and a sader little boy that was Jim, but seven-years-old.
He snuck out the window that he snuck in when his mom was there to yell at him and he dropped to the ground, but didn't hurt himself at all. Jim was stronger than the fifteen-year old guy that he was, especially know that he had beeten a bunch of pirates at Treasure Planet. It was all dark outside like when your blind-folded and in a dark box at the same time. He walked and walked for a while but it still wasn't getting any lighter outside. He didn't really know how he'd get to were he was going to either cuz it was a really far way, to far to walk even.
"Oh-no," Jim thought, "What am I gonna do now?" he asked to himself, but not talking out loud like he was crazy or something. All the the stuff he'd broughten was really heavy and not getting any lighter either. Jim put both his hands in his pockets to give them a rest and help him think better, too, the way he always did when he had his hands in his pockets.
Just then suddenly he felt something in his pocket.
"I wonder what that could be," Jim thought...
Athors note: Well, what did you think? Don't you love cliff-hangers? I know I do. Pleas review! I really, really, really love reviews. :) :) :) P.S. But please be nice, not like Major-Death because he really hurt my feelings when he reviewed my story :( :( :( :( Remember its' my first story ever.
He had made up him mind. He was running away. He was doing it because nobody understood him. Even after making himself a hero at Treasure Planet, everbody was still on his case all the time.
He packed up all his most-importatnt stuff he would ever need. Of course he was bringing his solar-suffer, and his favorite socks that had a hole in the toe when you took your shoes off (but he didn't care if anybody would think that was weird), and all his electric guitar magasines, and his fav gold hoop earing, and Morph that John Silver had give him, and his Treasure Planet holobook from since he was a kid (it was kinda like a good-luck charm now), and he snuck a few cans of soda out of the kichen at the BenBow where he lived and packed those too. "I wish I had a something of dad's to bring away with me," Jim thought whit one single little tear roling down his cheek. But he didn't even have his dad. And he didn't have anything that belonged to his dad, too, because when his dad had left he had tacken everything of his with him and hadn't left anything behind but a sad wife and a sader little boy that was Jim, but seven-years-old.
He snuck out the window that he snuck in when his mom was there to yell at him and he dropped to the ground, but didn't hurt himself at all. Jim was stronger than the fifteen-year old guy that he was, especially know that he had beeten a bunch of pirates at Treasure Planet. It was all dark outside like when your blind-folded and in a dark box at the same time. He walked and walked for a while but it still wasn't getting any lighter outside. He didn't really know how he'd get to were he was going to either cuz it was a really far way, to far to walk even.
"Oh-no," Jim thought, "What am I gonna do now?" he asked to himself, but not talking out loud like he was crazy or something. All the the stuff he'd broughten was really heavy and not getting any lighter either. Jim put both his hands in his pockets to give them a rest and help him think better, too, the way he always did when he had his hands in his pockets.
Just then suddenly he felt something in his pocket.
"I wonder what that could be," Jim thought...
Athors note: Well, what did you think? Don't you love cliff-hangers? I know I do. Pleas review! I really, really, really love reviews. :) :) :) P.S. But please be nice, not like Major-Death because he really hurt my feelings when he reviewed my story :( :( :( :( Remember its' my first story ever.