PAST OF BRAD VICKERS: PART 2

'Same old days…Same old boring teachers…Same old nightmares…' Those were a few of the things that were going on in Brad's life in the past few weeks after that thunderstorm. His dog, Angel, had been the same hyperactive puppy she had always been. Sticking her nose in where it shouldn't belong. Just last week a skunk had accidentally sprayed her. So had Brad. Brad was playing with the young briard out in the yard that week when the skunk came into the yard and Angel started barking at it. Meanwhile while Brad was trying to get Angel to leave the skunk alone, the skunk sprayed Angel, and had gotten Brad as well. Luckily, Brad's father had been nice enough to let Brad skip school until the skunk-smell wore off. Angel had the worst of luck in Brad's father's opinion. She had gotten sprayed in the eyes and had to be taken to a vet, meaning Brad would be alone for a while until Angel came back.

Brad sighed, staring out of the window of his room. He kind of missed school, but only a little. He missed being with his friends; he missed the nagging teachers that yelled at every kid who was running down the halls. Heh. Annoying one teacher was fun, but annoying two at the same time was hilarious. His friend Alex, oldest of the Wesker twins, came up with most of the ideas such as putting superglue on their English teacher's chair, causing him to get stuck. Alex had always been known to come up with ideas to make a teacher's life a living hell. Alex's brother, and his friend, William, have always been the two to make the plans for the ideas to succeed. Brad looked over at the door for a moment, then back at the window. He jumped slightly when a bird flew into the window, pulling the widow open and scrambling on top of his bed incase any more birds tried to fly into the window. After a few minutes of waiting, no more little bird flew towards the window, but on what came into the window instead was a shock for poor Brad. You see, there was a tree over Brad's room, and it just so happened to hold a resting snake in it at the time. Well, the snake somehow became uncoiled from the branch and well, you guessed it. Plop. Was the only sound Brad heard after the minutes of silence, and since Brad was curious, he looked over at the edge of the window, and screamed. It was like a scream out of a horror movie. There was a snake coiled up on the edge of Brad's window, it's black eyes staring at Brad, never leaving the terrified 6-year old. Brad continued to scream for what seemed to be an hour, but was really just for about 2 minutes. And that little stunt perhaps attracted the attention of every neighbor within a 2 or 3 block radius. Including the normally quiet house of the Birkin's, who's dog began to bark in that oh-so annoying high-pitched bark. Brad finally couldn't take it anymore and looked around the room, then grabbed the nearest thing possible; a baseball bat. Brad then began to hit the reptile over the head with the aluminum bat until the snake was reduced to nothing but a mass of blood and beaten flesh. Only, that caused Brad to scream even louder and run out of his room, screaming at the top of his lungs until he got to the other side of the house where he curled up, hugging his knees. He looked over next to the empty dog bed and choked back a sob, climbing into the medium-sized basket, "I want my daddy…" Came the few words from the young 6-year old.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Poor Brad got sprayed by a skunk, and scared by a snake. What else will happen to this poor 6-year old? Will he ever see 7? Or will he be scared to death? Chappie 3 coming soon. I just gotta type it up