Disclaimer: I own Carl and his family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PROLOGUE
Carl Stone was a normal ten year old kid. He enjoyed his life immensely, and in his eyes, it was perfect. He went to the best private school within driving distance, he was the star of his basketball team, and he had A's in everything (that's not including his B in Science, but who cares about the difference between xylem and phloem anyway?), he was popular, had many friends, was the happiest kid you ever saw. His parents wanted to give him the best they could afford, and went all out to do it. He had a secret, however - he was slightly mentally unstable.
Okay, so maybe he didn't lead such a normal life after all.
His dad was the president of a very successful peanut company. Everything anyone ever bought that had peanuts in it was made from his peanuts. Due to her husband's great success, Mrs. Stone devoted herself to her only child's success. She never had any free time, because she always wanted to make sure her son was happy and doing well.
One day, while Carl was at school, Mrs. Stone was surprised when she came home from grocery shopping to find her husband at home. He was sitting on the couch looking depressed. Mrs. Stone knew something was terribly wrong.
"There's been an accident" He said gravely. Mrs. Stone put her bags on the table and sat on his lap.
"Tell me - it'll be easier to say it quickly." She said. She had always been a great form of comfort to him. Mr. Stone breathed in deeply.
"The Indigo plantation burned last night - it's ruined beyond repair." Mrs. Stone gasped. The Indigo Plantation was where the company got all of its peanuts. The fact it was gone meant -
"We have to go out of business, and now I'm jobless."
"You just need to go searching for another one" Mrs. Stone cooed, brushing the hair out of his face. "You'll find one in no time." They decided not to tell Carl, figuring that it might upset and depress him.
But no matter how hard Mr. Stone looked, he could not find another job. A week turned into a month; a month turned into six. Finally, the Stones knew that they had to sell the house for a cheaper one in a cheaper village, pull Carl out of his pricy school, and most of all, tell him.
The night the Stones were going to tell Carl, Mr. Stone ran. Mrs. Stone, in panic, ran to his closet in order to see if he even considered the idea of packing anything. He hadn't, but what scared Mrs. Stone senseless was the fact that she found herself looking at large bottles of vodka. This left her to tell Carl herself, and to never see her husband again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PROLOGUE
Carl Stone was a normal ten year old kid. He enjoyed his life immensely, and in his eyes, it was perfect. He went to the best private school within driving distance, he was the star of his basketball team, and he had A's in everything (that's not including his B in Science, but who cares about the difference between xylem and phloem anyway?), he was popular, had many friends, was the happiest kid you ever saw. His parents wanted to give him the best they could afford, and went all out to do it. He had a secret, however - he was slightly mentally unstable.
Okay, so maybe he didn't lead such a normal life after all.
His dad was the president of a very successful peanut company. Everything anyone ever bought that had peanuts in it was made from his peanuts. Due to her husband's great success, Mrs. Stone devoted herself to her only child's success. She never had any free time, because she always wanted to make sure her son was happy and doing well.
One day, while Carl was at school, Mrs. Stone was surprised when she came home from grocery shopping to find her husband at home. He was sitting on the couch looking depressed. Mrs. Stone knew something was terribly wrong.
"There's been an accident" He said gravely. Mrs. Stone put her bags on the table and sat on his lap.
"Tell me - it'll be easier to say it quickly." She said. She had always been a great form of comfort to him. Mr. Stone breathed in deeply.
"The Indigo plantation burned last night - it's ruined beyond repair." Mrs. Stone gasped. The Indigo Plantation was where the company got all of its peanuts. The fact it was gone meant -
"We have to go out of business, and now I'm jobless."
"You just need to go searching for another one" Mrs. Stone cooed, brushing the hair out of his face. "You'll find one in no time." They decided not to tell Carl, figuring that it might upset and depress him.
But no matter how hard Mr. Stone looked, he could not find another job. A week turned into a month; a month turned into six. Finally, the Stones knew that they had to sell the house for a cheaper one in a cheaper village, pull Carl out of his pricy school, and most of all, tell him.
The night the Stones were going to tell Carl, Mr. Stone ran. Mrs. Stone, in panic, ran to his closet in order to see if he even considered the idea of packing anything. He hadn't, but what scared Mrs. Stone senseless was the fact that she found herself looking at large bottles of vodka. This left her to tell Carl herself, and to never see her husband again.