It was a warm summer day out, a clear bright blue sky with no clouds to block the sky. A small cool breeze sweeping across the city of Tokyo. It was the perfect day to go to the park and play with your friends. Kick a ball, go down the slides... Anything you could think of doing, it was the perfect day to do it!
Sadly a mom sat at a park bent watching her only child sit on the slides by himself. Ever since the incident a month ago, the friends the boy had just up and left him. Though he was at fault for what had happened... He was just a little kid still, and so was the other boy... She wished she could help him somehow. As it was breaking her heart seeing the boy, who had a proud smile on his face for almost an entire year, lost to sadness and moping around broken-hearted.
I think this is the way to the train station... A little boy with red and white hair thought as he stumbled through the bushes. A backpack filled with random odds and ends on his back as he was trying to run away. He was at his wits end with his father! he was mean, abusive, and just a jerk! All the boy ever heard about from morning to night was "You need to train", and "You're MY perfect creation". But he was done with that now! With bandages covering the whole left side of his face, he had more than enough of a reason to leave. And the only person who he could talk to, cry to and understand him was gone. And it was all his dad's fault!
Sadly a mom sat at a park bent watching her only child sit on the slides by himself. Ever since the incident a month ago, the friends the boy had just up and left him. Though he was at fault for what had happened... He was just a little kid still, and so was the other boy... She wished she could help him somehow. As it was breaking her heart seeing the boy, who had a proud smile on his face for almost an entire year, lost to sadness and moping around broken-hearted.
I think this is the way to the train station... A little boy with red and white hair thought as he stumbled through the bushes. A backpack filled with random odds and ends on his back as he was trying to run away. He was at his wits end with his father! he was mean, abusive, and just a jerk! All the boy ever heard about from morning to night was "You need to train", and "You're MY perfect creation". But he was done with that now! With bandages covering the whole left side of his face, he had more than enough of a reason to leave. And the only person who he could talk to, cry to and understand him was gone. And it was all his dad's fault!