Disclaimer: I own Carl and his family.
A/N. Okay, I know that last chapter was kind of bad, but I will do better this time. By the way, my first fanfic!
Three Years Later.
Mrs. Stone had not heard from her husband since the night he had run off. It had not been easy to tell Carl what had been going on, and he didn't take it very well, either. Carl was especially upset about not being told right away.
Carl was not doing well at his new, public school. The kids thought he was some sort of freak, with his good grades and all, and it was really hard not to brag about them, since the work was so incredibly easy for him. But in additions to his problems at school, he was beginning to have some at home, as well.
Mrs. Stone had done well in the beginning as single mother. She got herself a job as a secretary at a publishing company, and even though the pay wasn't to good, they got by on it. However, about a year after the downfall of the peanut business, Mrs. Stones father died, leaving her all alone, which was something she never had to handle before. Mrs. Stone and her three siblings went into a panic and couldn't agree about anything on what to do. Eventually, Mrs. Stone spent so much time arguing with her siblings that she was laid off, and didn't have time to search for another job. The money lasted for about two months, and when it ran out, they had to go on welfare. But Mrs. Stone turned cold toward Carl; every night it was make dinner, set the table, clear the table, do your homework, go to bed - and she snapped these things at him.
Carl didn't like it. It was damaging to his mental state. It showed, when one day, after being constantly teased, yelled at, and flunking, when he started to scream and wouldn't stop. No one could make him stop.
And then, the evil decision came: He was going to a mental asylum.
A/N. Okay, I know that last chapter was kind of bad, but I will do better this time. By the way, my first fanfic!
Three Years Later.
Mrs. Stone had not heard from her husband since the night he had run off. It had not been easy to tell Carl what had been going on, and he didn't take it very well, either. Carl was especially upset about not being told right away.
Carl was not doing well at his new, public school. The kids thought he was some sort of freak, with his good grades and all, and it was really hard not to brag about them, since the work was so incredibly easy for him. But in additions to his problems at school, he was beginning to have some at home, as well.
Mrs. Stone had done well in the beginning as single mother. She got herself a job as a secretary at a publishing company, and even though the pay wasn't to good, they got by on it. However, about a year after the downfall of the peanut business, Mrs. Stones father died, leaving her all alone, which was something she never had to handle before. Mrs. Stone and her three siblings went into a panic and couldn't agree about anything on what to do. Eventually, Mrs. Stone spent so much time arguing with her siblings that she was laid off, and didn't have time to search for another job. The money lasted for about two months, and when it ran out, they had to go on welfare. But Mrs. Stone turned cold toward Carl; every night it was make dinner, set the table, clear the table, do your homework, go to bed - and she snapped these things at him.
Carl didn't like it. It was damaging to his mental state. It showed, when one day, after being constantly teased, yelled at, and flunking, when he started to scream and wouldn't stop. No one could make him stop.
And then, the evil decision came: He was going to a mental asylum.