HI! I''m writing everything out than typing it and then like i get so like drawn to the writing that i forget to type it so... yea uh... maybe more often I'm not sure.
Race barged into the lodging house panting and wide eyed. Pickles ran up to him, "What happen? You been gone for hours."
"Jack. . . Man in dark suit. . . Told to run. Got lost." The boys fell silent and looked at Race. And they all started whispering.
"Refuge. . .?"
"Snyder. . .?"
"How . . . ?"
Race was getting overwhelmed. "Wh-what's the Refuge? An who's Snyder?" Once again the boys looked at Race and started whispering.
"He doesn't know?"
"How. . . not know?"
"Lucky. . ."
Pickles walked up to Race placing a hand on his shoulder, "Come with me. We need to talk." Race followed Pickles to the ladder that led to the roof. Once at the top they layed down looking at the stars. "Race. . . do you really want to know about the refuge and who Snyder is?"
Race hesitated then nodded. " Okay." Pickles started to explain the refuge and what happen there. The abuses, hunger, cold and living conditions. He then went on to explain who Snyder was and how he would beat and starve them. "Many of our boys have been there or heard enough about it. . . Many have nightmares of the place."
"Pickles? How many times has Jack been there?" Race asked in a small voice.
"Two times. We first met him after he was there for a year, he was six. And this time is the second time. Tho Snyder is always after him. He calls Jack his favorite." Race wouldn't make eye contact, he just sat there shaking. Pickles put an arm around Race. "Com'on kid let's go to bed."
That night Race stayed with Pickles. When it became dawn he wouldn't talk or look at anyone. As days past he would repeat, stay with Pickles and not speak.
About a week in Pickles decided to go visit Jack. "Hey boy's I'll be back." And with that he left the house. After Pickles walked out the door Race stood up and walked over to his bed and sat on it and stared at the wall. Some of the others went over to try to talk to him, but he just ignored them. When the time came and Pickles returned home Race ran up to him and gave him a hug.
That night they decided to go up to the roof and star gaze. Pickles has made up his mind to talk to him even if he wouldn't respond. "Do you blame yourself?" Race didn't answer, "He doesn't blame you."
Race drew in a shaky breath, "He should, it's my fault. I ran, I left him. I should have stayed."
"Race, Jack wouldn't have wanted you to be put in there."
The stare at the stars a while longer until Pickles desided it was time to go to bed. That night Race layed there staring at the ceiling, until he heard some rustling and whispers. "Are you guy's talking about getting Jack out?" In the shadows he saw four heads shake yes. "Well then count me in."
I hope you guys like that chapter. And i hope to be posting soon, and i'm excited for chapter 8 and 9 because i added another character which i'm kinda happy about. But it's kinda cute i think. Any ways see ya'll next time.