I'm fourteen years old now. I'm kinda…well people say I have a temper. If you make me mad, I suggest you stand back. Like really far away. I'm 5'8 and I have medium length brown hair. My eyes are hazel but my eyes can change colour. I love training with my dad more than anything else in the world. Me and my dad get along better than peanut butter and jam do! Wow, that sounded corny. Anways. So when we were training I started to get tired, so I wanted to finish off the fight. I ejected my claws and threw my arms out in front of me. I clenched my hands into fists and ran at my dad when I had him against a wall. Usually, this was the part when he would jump over me and then grab me and throw me over his head, but he didn't move. He stared at me as if he just saw his long lost mom or something. That's when it hit me. I was seeing what he was.
It was a long time ago; there was a dead man on the ground, another boy, a lady and another man. The man was against a wall and a boy was running at him with his arms extended in front of him, fists clenched but instead of metal claws, he had bones…I think. That's when the kid stabbed the man in the stomach and then he said that the man that was dead wasn't his real father, and after that he called the kid son. That's when it stopped. The memories flew out of me and me and my dad stared at eachother…
Dad looked at me, "What the hell just happened?" I asked.
"did you just see what I saw?" He asked looking at me, out eyes were wide open, staring at each other in confusion. We both didn't have an idea of what just happened.
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