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June 14, 3009,
Hey, my name is Daniel. I have been hiding from the world for 6 years because of someone else. I had a normal ten year old life,but then came that one fateful day, when the man framed me and took the life of my best friend. So on that day I was accused of murder. But before they could sentence me to death, I ran from the courthouse, with the authorities on my heels. When I finally lost them, I knew they would set a trap at my house. So I could only leave my old life forever. I lived on the streets for 3 years before I found the cafe. It was an old, rickety, rotting museum of a cafe. And I loved every board of it. I would sleep above the floor of the attic. And when people came, I would take down everything and hide in the darkest corner, where it is pitch black in broad daylight. And when they left, I would put everything back in its place.And iI lived like that for three years more and counting still. I have been thinking of revealing myself to the town but they would most likely shoot me dead before I could say that I was framed, that I was innocent. So here I stay, thinking of the choices I have, and thinking of how the phony me could pay for killing my friend.
June 15, 3009,
Today I woke up to a little girl looking at me. She said "Do you want to play hide and seek with me?" I was about to say that I was a man accused of murder playing hide and seek with the cops when I caught myself."sure,"I said,"I will hide first, and you will try to find me." "Okay!" she said. "1...2...3...." when she turned around to count, I jumped out the window and ran. As I started to run, I heard the little girl say "Mommy I was playing hide and seek with a boy in the attic..." then the mother started up the stairs. When the mother looked out the window, I started tearing up. The mother was not just a mother. She was my mother, and that was my sister I ran from."Daniel!!!!" she yelled. "come back!!!" but I knew I couldn't come back. I could never come back. So I turned away, tears streaming down my cheeks, absolute sadness in my heart. Then I heard a car coming my way. I turned, and it was my mother's car coming my way.she stopped by me."Please," she said. "Please come back. everyone is so sad without you. Please." "I....I....can't." I said, my voice quavering. Then my mother started to cry. "Don't cry, please? I will come home after I make things right. I promise." my mother sniffled, " you come right back after this then" Then she placed four things in my hands, all wrapped in cloth. I took themout of the cloth and my eyes popped out of my skull. There was a pistol, a hunting knife,a cell phone with her number in it, and a small picture of our family when I had to hide. Mom said "Call my phone when things are set right." " I promise." I said. Now to find the killer.
June 15, 3010,
Today I think I found the killer in action because 1.he killed someone, and 2. he looked exactly like me. So I took my pistol and fired. turns out, I shot him in the toe. He turned to me with an emotion like a mix of anger and confusion like 'Why the heck did you just try to try to shoot my toe off?' the he pulled out his own gun and fired. turns out, he has terrible marksmanship, because he shot and missed by a lot, and I mean a lot. I shot again and he fell like a rock. I ran over to the man and pulled out my knife. then I washed off the paint on his face and gasped. It was my father who had killed my friend. "Why did you kill my friend!!?" I yelled. "I do this for a living." dad said evilly. so I grabbed him and dragged him to the station. the police tried to arrest me but then I said "do a DNA scan, you moron!" so they scanned dad and he came out positive. so they took him to court, where he was sentenced to 12 years in prison, and then put to death after his time in jail. I called mom and said "I'm comin' home, but dad's not."
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Title:
the outcast
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Artist:
sinjid1627
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Description:
just bored.
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Date:
06/17/2010
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Tags:
outcast
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