Cool new chapter. Does the fact that Con's brother is named Jonas have anything to do that he wrote a story about himself as Jonas from The Giver, or am I just over-complicating things?
I don't want to explain to my parents what happened so I take the route I always take if I want to get into my house when I'm being awkward. The roof route. I climb over the gate and go over to a stack of which I clamber up and pull myself onto the barn roof. Then I have to do a tricky walk up the barn roof where it almost connects to the farm. I do a little hop over and slide down the roof and reach my window which I pull open with ease and quietly let myself down.
I collapse into my bed, still wearing my wet clothes and pull the covers over me and sigh a tired sigh. I wake up to the sounds of pounding frat up the stairs. It's a little later I'm guessing and I'm wondering if Boomer's back. I shake put my hair which has dried and I creep out of my room. I don't bother to knock on his door but I go through it quickly, shutting it after me. Boomer is sitting on his bed, playing with his hands and staring at the floor.
"Hi." I whisper, sliding myself closer to him and sitting on the floor. "You alright?" He shakes his head. "You alright?" He asks me, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah. I ain't dead." I attempt a smile but it doesn't quite make it to my mouth. He bites his lip and his hands begin to shake sightly. "I'm so sorry, Sweet. Con's brother told us what happened." He sniffs. "I'm sorry I let this happen." "Ain't your fault. Are you in trouble?" "So much. I don't think I'll live. Mum and dad might destroy me. They blame me for it." He let's out a dejected sigh.
"Well, I ain't blaming you, alright? Do they know I'm back?" "Yeah, mum checked your room as soon as I told her." There's silence for a moment. I lean my head on the bed for a moment, thinking. "We're both grounded." Boomer puts a hand through his messy hair. "For how long?" "God knows."
"I'm sorry I ran." "Its okay, I don't blame you." There's noise downstairs that makes us both start. "You better go, Sweet." Boomer says in a cautious tone. I pick myself up, "alright. Goodnight bro." He let's out a weak smile and waves a little.
I don't want to explain to my parents what happened so I take the route I always take if I want to get into my house when I'm being awkward. The roof route. I climb over the gate and go over to a stack of which I clamber up and pull myself onto the barn roof. Then I have to do a tricky walk up the barn roof where it almost connects to the farm. I do a little hop over and slide down the roof and reach my window which I pull open with ease and quietly let myself down.
I collapse into my bed, still wearing my wet clothes and pull the covers over me and sigh a tired sigh. I wake up to the sounds of pounding frat up the stairs. It's a little later I'm guessing and I'm wondering if Boomer's back. I shake put my hair which has dried and I creep out of my room. I don't bother to knock on his door but I go through it quickly, shutting it after me. Boomer is sitting on his bed, playing with his hands and staring at the floor.
"Hi." I whisper, sliding myself closer to him and sitting on the floor. "You alright?" He shakes his head. "You alright?" He asks me, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah. I ain't dead." I attempt a smile but it doesn't quite make it to my mouth. He bites his lip and his hands begin to shake sightly. "I'm so sorry, Sweet. Con's brother told us what happened." He sniffs. "I'm sorry I let this happen." "Ain't your fault. Are you in trouble?" "So much. I don't think I'll live. Mum and dad might destroy me. They blame me for it." He let's out a dejected sigh.
"Well, I ain't blaming you, alright? Do they know I'm back?" "Yeah, mum checked your room as soon as I told her." There's silence for a moment. I lean my head on the bed for a moment, thinking. "We're both grounded." Boomer puts a hand through his messy hair. "For how long?" "God knows."
"I'm sorry I ran." "Its okay, I don't blame you." There's noise downstairs that makes us both start. "You better go, Sweet." Boomer says in a cautious tone. I pick myself up, "alright. Goodnight bro." He let's out a weak smile and waves a little.
I don't want to explain to my parents what happened so I take the route I always take if I want to get into my house when I'm being awkward. The roof route. I climb over the gate and go over to a stack of which I clamber up and pull myself onto the barn roof. Then I have to do a tricky walk up the barn roof where it almost connects to the farm. I do a little hop over and slide down the roof and reach my window which I pull open with ease and quietly let myself down.
I collapse into my bed, still wearing my wet clothes and pull the covers over me and sigh a tired sigh. I wake up to the sounds of pounding frat up the stairs. It's a little later I'm guessing and I'm wondering if Boomer's back. I shake put my hair which has dried and I creep out of my room. I don't bother to knock on his door but I go through it quickly, shutting it after me. Boomer is sitting on his bed, playing with his hands and staring at the floor.
"Hi." I whisper, sliding myself closer to him and sitting on the floor. "You alright?" He shakes his head. "You alright?" He asks me, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah. I ain't dead." I attempt a smile but it doesn't quite make it to my mouth. He bites his lip and his hands begin to shake sightly. "I'm so sorry, Sweet. Con's brother told us what happened." He sniffs. "I'm sorry I let this happen." "Ain't your fault. Are you in trouble?" "So much. I don't think I'll live. Mum and dad might destroy me. They blame me for it." He let's out a dejected sigh.
"Well, I ain't blaming you, alright? Do they know I'm back?" "Yeah, mum checked your room as soon as I told her." There's silence for a moment. I lean my head on the bed for a moment, thinking. "We're both grounded." Boomer puts a hand through his messy hair. "For how long?" "God knows."
"I'm sorry I ran." "Its okay, I don't blame you." There's noise downstairs that makes us both start. "You better go, Sweet." Boomer says in a cautious tone. I pick myself up, "alright. Goodnight bro." He let's out a weak smile and waves a little.
I don't want to explain to my parents what happened so I take the route I always take if I want to get into my house when I'm being awkward. The roof route. I climb over the gate and go over to a stack of which I clamber up and pull myself onto the barn roof. Then I have to do a tricky walk up the barn roof where it almost connects to the farm. I do a little hop over and slide down the roof and reach my window which I pull open with ease and quietly let myself down.
I collapse into my bed, still wearing my wet clothes and pull the covers over me and sigh a tired sigh. I wake up to the sounds of pounding frat up the stairs. It's a little later I'm guessing and I'm wondering if Boomer's back. I shake put my hair which has dried and I creep out of my room. I don't bother to knock on his door but I go through it quickly, shutting it after me. Boomer is sitting on his bed, playing with his hands and staring at the floor.
"Hi." I whisper, sliding myself closer to him and sitting on the floor. "You alright?" He shakes his head. "You alright?" He asks me, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah. I ain't dead." I attempt a smile but it doesn't quite make it to my mouth. He bites his lip and his hands begin to shake sightly. "I'm so sorry, Sweet. Con's brother told us what happened." He sniffs. "I'm sorry I let this happen." "Ain't your fault. Are you in trouble?" "So much. I don't think I'll live. Mum and dad might destroy me. They blame me for it." He let's out a dejected sigh.
"Well, I ain't blaming you, alright? Do they know I'm back?" "Yeah, mum checked your room as soon as I told her." There's silence for a moment. I lean my head on the bed for a moment, thinking. "We're both grounded." Boomer puts a hand through his messy hair. "For how long?" "God knows."
"I'm sorry I ran." "Its okay, I don't blame you." There's noise downstairs that makes us both start. "You better go, Sweet." Boomer says in a cautious tone. I pick myself up, "alright. Goodnight bro." He let's out a weak smile and waves a little.
So...am I grounded too?
Great part, Sweets!
You're the older sibling, you were supposed to be watching the other sibling, you failed, so yes.
It's the weekend and early this morning I was awakened by the sound of tires screeching. I ran to my window to see the new neighbours driving away in their car. I let out a sigh and I lean my elbows onto my window sill. A small drizzle began to fall and I felt a creepy vibe fill me as the car disappeared into the early morning fog.
As soon as the car leaves, someone immediately leaves the front door. Making me jump. I think it's Jonas. He steps out into the mist and watches as the car leaves. He does a little jump in happiness and darts off into the forest. Leaving the door wide open. I stare after him and as he enters the forest, he looks back and sees me. I think I can see a small grin form on his face, but he quickly turns and gets lost.
I want to follow him. But I'm stuck in this house. I'm curious about him. He has an air of charm and mystery around him. Why would his family drive off without him?
I decide I have too many questions un answered and I quickly get dressed, find some old shoes and open my window. I do my routine of roof hopping and climbing as silent as possible. I don't want to get caught. As soon as I'm out of sight, I run into the forest and after where I think Jonas went.
The forest is rich with colours that are hidden by swirling mists that hang around the forest floors. I feel like every step is a mystery since I can't see my feet under the poof of mists. I feel like I'm walking on clouds.
I take a few steps in before a crack of a twig stops me and I spin around to see Jonas wearing a full smirk on his face and leaning onto a tree. "Hello." I'm startled by him, I hope he doesn't see the hesitation in my eyes. "What are you doing out here?" I ask. "What are you doing here?"
"You're all alone here. It confused me." "All alone?" He raises an eyebrow. "Your family left." "They didn't leave me alone. Con's with me. But he doesn't ever notice me." "Why?" "Gets wrapped up in his music." Jonas shrugged, "it's like a spell. It has him hooked."
"Where did the rest of your family go?" "Out to the city. Every weekend they go to play. We're very well known as musicians. We're bought up living, eating and breathing music. Everyone in the family had a talent in music ..." He stops. "Except me. I hate it." "Why?"
"Doesn't come to me. I don't like doing it. Brings me no joy." He sighs. "Mum doesn't understand though. She thinks I'm lazy. I'm not." "I believe you." I say, and I do, and I practically have nothing else to say to him. "What..." I pause for a moment. "What do you like to do then if not music?" He trails his fingers along the bark of the tree he leans on. "I like..." He hesitates.
"I won't laugh" I quickly say, reading him well. "I like adventure." He sighs a dreamy sigh when he says it. "I like books that take me away to another world, one that I can control, the one which is nice." "The world we have now? That isn't nice enough?" "This one is bad but not as bad as the other one."
I look at him, and he avoids my eye. I wonder what he means. Another world that isn't a book or the earth we're on? What does that mean?
"The other world." Jonas begins, "is not nice. But nobody believes me." "How do you get there?" I ask, excited. Jonas suddenly looks uncomfortable, he scratches at the back of his neck. "Um..." Suddenly his ears perk up, he's heard something that I haven't. "Theo?" He calls out, sending a chill down my spine. Who's Theo? His face breaks out into a smile and suddenly he's darted off, "Theo!" He cries again.
"Jonas!" I shout, starting to run after him. "Jonas!" I trip over a branch whilst running. I tumble onto the ground in a heap and the mist covers me. I've hurt myself, my arm aches and I cry out in as a sudden jab of pain gets me in the knee.
As I pull myself up, my limbs hurt and i cannot see anything because of the mist. I begin to panic. What if I'm stuck here forever? I can't see. What happened to Jonas? I can't see. Will Jonas get hurt? I can't see. What if I broke something? I can't see, I can't see, I can't see. I collaspe onto the ground in a ball of fear and let out a cry. I'm competely alone and the mist making me unable to see triggers my anxiety. "Jonas?" I hear a different voice and I begin crying because whilst in my pure situation of panic, I cannot reconise the voice and I'm terrified the voice will hurt me.
"There you are!" I hold myseld tightly as I feel arms picking me up. "Let me go!" I let out a weak cry. The person drops me and immediatly regrets it as picks me up again. I do not know what to do, so I stay still and hope for the best whilst this stranger carries me out of the forest. As we escape the forest, I reconise the stranger. It's Con. "Don't take me back!" I cling onto him. "I'm not supposed to be out, but I was talking to Jonas!" "Where is he?" "I dunno, he ran off into the forest and I tried running after him but I hurt myself." I rub my sleeve across my running nose. "Please don't take me back."
Does the fact that Con's brother is named Jonas have anything to do that he wrote a story about himself as Jonas from The Giver, or am I just over-complicating things? 
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Drama and awesomeness. Can't wait for moar.