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Anyways, enjoy the story and read on!Giotto's Memories
Giotto woke up on his bed, feeling a bit sad at yesterday's incident. Clouds littered the dark sky, waiting to cast a downpour on someone. The blonde boy lay in bed a little longer, and heard a knock on his door. "Are you awake?" Lady Garcia's voice. There was a moment of silence, but Giotto mumbled a yes. The sound of a door's creak could be heard, and Lady Garcia walked over to the boy's bedside. "I brought you breakfast," she said. "Today's your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes, pan-fried bacon sizzled to perfection, and sunny-side up eggs." "Thanks, but not hungry..." Giotto replied.
Lady Garcia stared at him for a long time, and the smell of delicious food wafted into Giotto's nose, forcing him to let out a stomach grumble. They both just sat there, and then burst out laughing. After both of them had calmed down, the blonde boy picked up his food and began eating. While Giotto nibbled on pancakes, Lady Garcia told him some funny jokes, and they both laughed some more. When he finished, her face became serious. "Giotto...If those boys tease you again, come tell me. I will make sure they won't get away with it this time. The thing is, Keith's Dad is in the Mafia, which obviously leads him to be a bad example." The boy nodded and thanked her.
Outside, the rain had drizzled down again, and Giotto sat on a swing set. He could see Keith pointing at him, and whispering to the others. After yesterday, the group had gone down, and they were all afraid to mess with the young blonde boy again because of Lady Garcia. However, Keith and his group were talking about him. "That loser needs his little 'momma' to protect him." "That kid has serious problems." "Only emo kids hang out on swings." They did not physically inflict pain upon Giotto, but in his heart the blonde boy could feel a crack. After a while of this constant insulting, everyone went in. But not before insulting him one more time.
Giotto's mind told him to do something. Fight Back, it told him. Giotto would not fight. He would not become like them. As the rain hammered away at him, Giotto just sat there. His mind was a maze of thoughts, and everything was full of sorrow. Giotto brushed off the dirt on his sleeves and stood up. He was just about to walk inside when a thought invaded his mind. Are you really going to put up with this? All of a sudden, Giotto stopped. Why am I here? Why do I suffer constant pain day after day for nothing? What is this? Giotto knew that people cared for him in this world. His parents had loved him with all their heart. Lady Garcia was just like a mother to him, and almost everyday, Giotto would look in the mirror and let loose a long heart laugh. He didn't hate his life. It just wasn't enough for him. It was at that moment that Giotto realized he had to do something. If this was a regret in the future, it was a chance he was going to take.
So he ran. He ran without stopping, unsure whether or not this was a good idea, but not caring. He ran out the gate of the adoption home. Don't stop! Don't turn around! The blonde boy ran wildly, unaware of where he was or where he was going. Cars drove past him, and he could hear the shout of many children. It was a long time before Giotto stopped. By now his body gave in to exhaustion, and he panted heavily and kneeled on his side.
Giotto was in a forest. It was dark now and the moonlight seeped through the trees, casting a shadow on his face. The blonde boy looked around at his surroundings, and only saw trees and and grass. Crickets chirped loudly, and bugs crawled around the moist earth, still wet from the rain. Pacing himself slowly, Giotto walked down a narrow dirt path, leaning on to oak trees and branches for support. Giotto walked slowly, and shuddered at the cold. His vest was soaking wet, and he had only shorts on. Just as the blonde boy was about to retire himself to exhaustion he realized something.
Yes.
The blonde boy looked ahead, and saw a small cottage made out of makeshift bricks. Should I knock? Limping, Giotto walked up to the wooden door and knocked. Sounds could be heard from inside the house. "Honey, go get the door." A woman's voice. "Yeah, mom. But who could it be?" Giotto was startled when the door swung open. Inside, stood a red-haired boy, shocked. "C-Can I-I come in?" Giotto stammered.
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