For the next week my mum, dad and Boomer were overly friendly with our neighbours and visited frequently. More then often they'd try to drag me along, but I'd always make some excuse, but to tell the truth, I was terrified. I have no idea why, but the thought of stepping outside that gate suddenly struck fear in my stomach so I just avoided the ordeal.
But of course this couldn't continue because on one day one of the neighbours walked down to the farm gate just as I was passing by. "Hey!" The stranger called. It was a boy and he looked around Boomers age. He had windswept and overgrown brown hair with bright eyes hiding behind glasses and he was cloaked head to toe in black.
I gingerly walked to the gate. "Yo." I said, biting my lip. "Hey, have you seen my brother? I was wondering if he had been around here? He's not in the house and my mother is going mental." I shook my head quickly and said nothing. It was at this moment when Boomer decided to show up, he yelled out a hello before running up, I thanked god mentally.
"Hey, so I take it you met Sweets then?" Boomer said, leaning on the gate. "Is this your younger sister you've been talking about?" The boy asked. "Yeah...Sweets, this is Con." I hesitated at first but then spoke, "y-y-you're friends?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Boomer said. "What do you need man?" "My brother has gone missing, I thought he might be down here." "Do you want me to help you look for him?" Boomer offered. I glared at Boomer, I felt put out, how could he be talking to this boy he's hardly met? He was so friendly towards him and I already felt forgotten! I felt jealous and annoyed at the boy called Con.
"Yeah - I guess I could do with it." With no hesitation, Boomer climbed over the gate. "Come on, Sweets. Come help us." Boomer said, already beginning to walk away. I shook my head stubbornly and turned away. "Please?" He said, in a slightly hurt voice.
I sighed, Boomer knew, he knew, how to make me do stuff even if I didn't want to. Just put on a sad voice and I'd come back to help because I'd feel bad. I never knew if he did this on purpose or not but I grumpily turned around and climbed over the gate to follow him.
For the next week my mum, dad and Boomer were overly friendly with our neighbours and visited frequently. More then often they'd try to drag me along, but I'd always make some excuse, but to tell the truth, I was terrified. I have no idea why, but the thought of stepping outside that gate suddenly struck fear in my stomach so I just avoided the ordeal.
But of course this couldn't continue because on one day one of the neighbours walked down to the farm gate just as I was passing by. "Hey!" The stranger called. It was a boy and he looked around Boomers age. He had windswept and overgrown brown hair with bright eyes hiding behind glasses and he was cloaked head to toe in black.
I gingerly walked to the gate. "Yo." I said, biting my lip. "Hey, have you seen my brother? I was wondering if he had been around here? He's not in the house and my mother is going mental." I shook my head quickly and said nothing. It was at this moment when Boomer decided to show up, he yelled out a hello before running up, I thanked god mentally.
"Hey, so I take it you met Sweets then?" Boomer said, leaning on the gate. "Is this your younger sister you've been talking about?" The boy asked. "Yeah...Sweets, this is Con." I hesitated at first but then spoke, "y-y-you're friends?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Boomer said. "What do you need man?" "My brother has gone missing, I thought he might be down here." "Do you want me to help you look for him?" Boomer offered. I glared at Boomer, I felt put out, how could he be talking to this boy he's hardly met? He was so friendly towards him and I already felt forgotten! I felt jealous and annoyed at the boy called Con.
"Yeah - I guess I could do with it." With no hesitation, Boomer climbed over the gate. "Come on, Sweets. Come help us." Boomer said, already beginning to walk away. I shook my head stubbornly and turned away. "Please?" He said, in a slightly hurt voice.
I sighed, Boomer knew, he knew, how to make me do stuff even if I didn't want to. Just put on a sad voice and I'd come back to help because I'd feel bad. I never knew if he did this on purpose or not but I grumpily turned around and climbed over the gate to follow him.
Great so far! Keep it up, this should be interesting.
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
Half the chapter is about you breaking a guitar string. Has that actually happened to you before, it sounds like you're talking from experience.
Still, I really liked this chapter. And I'm not just saying that.
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
Half the chapter is about you breaking a guitar string. Has that actually happened to you before, it sounds like you're talking from experience.
Still, I really liked this chapter. And I'm not just saying that.
Awh thanks;) never broken a guitar string...at least I don't think I have:P
"Did you look in the forest?" Boomer asks, pointing to the forest edge a couple of yards away. Con shook his head, "too afraid I might get lost." "I know my way around the forest, if I lead, we won't get lost...ain't that right, Sweets?" I give a quick nod, but I'm more distracted by the sky which is fading into colours of deep pink and bright orange.
Con seems to be thinking but after a moment he shrugs, "can't hurt to try...I guess." We walk into the forest where my ears greet a sweet symphony of birds and the crunch of pine needles and leaves underfoot. "I hope he ain't in here. He's probably lost if he is." Con says worriedly. "Hey, it'll be fine, this forest ain't so big." Boomer says, giving Con a comforting look. "Say, Sweets, where would you go if you ran away?"
He doesn't say it in an obvious way, but to me he's referring to of course to the time where I ran away because I got shouted at for breaking a string on Boomers guitar. We don't often talk about this because this is one of the very few quarrels we had and definitely the worse. It wasn't exactly my fault, okay it was, but still I was just curious! It was the middle of the afternoon and I had found Boomer's guitar, so being me I picked it up and tried to play.
But it didn't sound right, I kept trying but it sounded like a bunch of wild cats compared to when Boomer played, when Boomer played it was slow, soft and gentle. So I began twisting the nobs on the top of the guitar to change it, I must have twisted one of the nobs too far because this ended up breaking one of the strings.
Boomer happened to walk in at this moment and chaos insured. He yelled at me like any brother would do if they saw their little sister messing with their stuff. I tried to apologise but he wasn't having any of that. So I yelled back at him and ran off into the forest because I was so angry.
It was when I was deep in the forest I realised it had gotten dark, very dark. And suddenly I felt anxiety consume me and I collapsed with fear. My family did find me a couple of hours later but ever since then I've been given a curfew to be inside before dark because it scares me too much. After this me and Boomer never fought again, he always feels bad about it and I constantly feel bad about the guitar. But this was years ago.
"Sweets." Boomer says, breaking me out of the memories. "Uh..." I stuttered, getting my head round to the present. "I would go to the...river..." I say. I remembered when I ran out of the house, the river was where I was headed. The river goes right through the forest and its huge, me and Boomer built a rope swing over it once. "Alrighty then!" Boomer says, cheerfully. "What's the river?" Con says before frowning at himself for asking a stupid question. "Ooh!" Boomer exclaims with excitement, "you're going to love it! Just wait till we get there!"
I smile to myself because I haven't heard Boomer being this excitable for a while, he always speaks in such a slow and calm manner but right now his eyes are gleaming and his voice has gone up an octave. But that smile is wiped off my face as I realise how dark it's getting in the forest. Hopefully we'll get back before it gets too bad...
For the next week my mum, dad and Boomer were overly friendly with our neighbours and visited frequently. More then often they'd try to drag me along, but I'd always make some excuse, but to tell the truth, I was terrified. I have no idea why, but the thought of stepping outside that gate suddenly struck fear in my stomach so I just avoided the ordeal.
But of course this couldn't continue because on one day one of the neighbours walked down to the farm gate just as I was passing by. "Hey!" The stranger called. It was a boy and he looked around Boomers age. He had windswept and overgrown brown hair with bright eyes hiding behind glasses and he was cloaked head to toe in black.
I gingerly walked to the gate. "Yo." I said, biting my lip. "Hey, have you seen my brother? I was wondering if he had been around here? He's not in the house and my mother is going mental." I shook my head quickly and said nothing. It was at this moment when Boomer decided to show up, he yelled out a hello before running up, I thanked god mentally.
"Hey, so I take it you met Sweets then?" Boomer said, leaning on the gate. "Is this your younger sister you've been talking about?" The boy asked. "Yeah...Sweets, this is Con." I hesitated at first but then spoke, "y-y-you're friends?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Boomer said. "What do you need man?" "My brother has gone missing, I thought he might be down here." "Do you want me to help you look for him?" Boomer offered. I glared at Boomer, I felt put out, how could he be talking to this boy he's hardly met? He was so friendly towards him and I already felt forgotten! I felt jealous and annoyed at the boy called Con.
"Yeah - I guess I could do with it." With no hesitation, Boomer climbed over the gate. "Come on, Sweets. Come help us." Boomer said, already beginning to walk away. I shook my head stubbornly and turned away. "Please?" He said, in a slightly hurt voice.
I sighed, Boomer knew, he knew, how to make me do stuff even if I didn't want to. Just put on a sad voice and I'd come back to help because I'd feel bad. I never knew if he did this on purpose or not but I grumpily turned around and climbed over the gate to follow him.
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