Here's a little story I wrote a while ago on another forum. However that forum is long gone and I want to post the story here and hope that you guys/gals like it.
Prologue
These written passages are in a narrative form, they are a recollection of my dark past. Opening a first person perspective into the tragedy that bestowed upon our world...
Chapter 1: Departure
I woke up from a deep slumber, dreading at what this day meant. Today, at the age of fifteen I have to leave my home in the order of my parents. Why? That is a question I had been asking myself since last year, when they had first told me about this. I had thought of it as nothing but a sick and cruel joke at first. Sadly I then recalled that this is a tradition in our town. I did the usual hygiene stuff, and then ate some breakfast. All I was allowed to take were two measly shirts and 500 bells; for the train ticket. My parents drove me into the train station, then another sick joke of hugs and kisses ensued. I entered the lobby, located my station, and waited idly by for my train; I saw other people as well. I was greeted by someone named Ricky, he informed me that he and his brother had moved out years ago and have already done really well. He was here on visit. We heard a train and saw it was for me; we parted ways. I was greeted by a man in uniform and he asked me for my ticket; I searched my pockets.
"Oh no...I never bought one!" I was in awe at my stupidity. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. It was my new friend Ricky he said, "Here take it, it's on me. I'm rich." I laughed and thanked him, doing the polite thing and giving him my measly little 500 bells. We once again parted ways, and I handed the man my ticket; he let me enter the train.
Over the speaker a booming voice said, "Next stop, Los Angeles!!!"
Prologue
These written passages are in a narrative form, they are a recollection of my dark past. Opening a first person perspective into the tragedy that bestowed upon our world...
Chapter 1: Departure
I woke up from a deep slumber, dreading at what this day meant. Today, at the age of fifteen I have to leave my home in the order of my parents. Why? That is a question I had been asking myself since last year, when they had first told me about this. I had thought of it as nothing but a sick and cruel joke at first. Sadly I then recalled that this is a tradition in our town. I did the usual hygiene stuff, and then ate some breakfast. All I was allowed to take were two measly shirts and 500 bells; for the train ticket. My parents drove me into the train station, then another sick joke of hugs and kisses ensued. I entered the lobby, located my station, and waited idly by for my train; I saw other people as well. I was greeted by someone named Ricky, he informed me that he and his brother had moved out years ago and have already done really well. He was here on visit. We heard a train and saw it was for me; we parted ways. I was greeted by a man in uniform and he asked me for my ticket; I searched my pockets.
"Oh no...I never bought one!" I was in awe at my stupidity. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. It was my new friend Ricky he said, "Here take it, it's on me. I'm rich." I laughed and thanked him, doing the polite thing and giving him my measly little 500 bells. We once again parted ways, and I handed the man my ticket; he let me enter the train.
Over the speaker a booming voice said, "Next stop, Los Angeles!!!"
