I was thinking about Wolfie, he can´t be locked in. He´s got rich parents, but he says that he´ll never forgive them for what they did. Well, this is what I think happened.
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Shawn "Wolfie" Atkins
"You forgot my birthday. How could you?" ten year old Shawn shouted to his mum.
"Shawn, you know I´ve got a lot to think of, especially now lately. I can´t remember it all."
"But you forgot my birthday, you can remember your work. Why is your job more important than me?" he looked at his dad.
"Shawn, that´s not the way it is, and you know that." His dad began. "But we have to work, so we can earn some money."
"But we already have money. But still, you go to work. And you forgot my BIRTHDAY." Shawn was almost crying now.
"Of course we didn´t forget." Mrs. Atkins began. "We´ve planned something."
"You forgot my birthday," Shawn kept on shouting. "You forgot."
"Shawn, honey." Mrs. Atkins tried. "I know we forgot, but is there anything you wish for birthday- present, so we could make it up to you."
"You can never make it up to me, I´ll never forgive you for this."
" Shawn, please try to calm down a bit." Mr. Atkins stepped forward. "I know there´s something you wish for your birthday."
"Yes." Shawn mumbled.
"What?" Mrs. Atkins asked.
"Parents that care about me. Not just their stupid jobs and money."
"That´s it." Mr. Atkins looked furious, he grabbed his son´s hood, and pulled him up the stairs to his room.
"Now, you´re going to stay here, and think for a while. You can come out when you´re ready to say you´re sorry." He threw Shawn on the floor, and closed the door. A few seconds later, Shawn could hear his dad lock the door with a key from outside.
"No dad, no dad, no, no. Please don´t lock me in, please, please." He gave up when he could hear his dad´s footsteps going down the stairs, then he crouched on the floor.
"Shawn," the door knocked a while later. "I and your dad are going out for a few minutes, you´re going to stay here, in your room."
"NO mum, mum please. MUM" soon he could hear the car drive up the driveway. Now he started panicking. He wasn´t going to stay here. He looked around to find something heavy. His chair, of course. He grabbed it, and threw it through the window. The glass crashed into hundreds of pieces. Shawn, didn´t care about it. He wasn´t locked in anymore, he stood on his knees and pulled out a big rucksack from under his bed. He pulled out his most comfortable clothes from the wardrobe, and started packing it in the rucksack, with a tent. And some chocolate. Later, he threw the sack out of the window, careful, not to hurt himself, he climbed out the window and down the downpipe. He took his rucksack, and then ran out in the forest. To never, ever return to this house.
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