It was a Friday morning, gloomy and foggy. Twenty-six years old, with the same ruffly blond hair, Franci stood there. Not prepared at all, he looked over the metal fence that was rougly two-hundred years old. It creaked as he opened it. Franci slowly walked across the pathway up to the porch, carrying a box with FRAGILE inscripted on a blue sticker. It contained books, some photographs and business items.
Franci opened the creaky door. He sucked everything in. The noise of quiet nothings, the lovely timber smell, the feel of the dust and the white plastic covers........ it reminded him of his sad, lonesome childhood. He left down his box, and crept around. Franci lifted one of the white covers.... it was his brothers toy pirate ship. Badly destroyed and filthy, it reminded him of one good memory he and his brother had.....
●Flashback●
Vesta stood with a huge parcel in her hands. "Happy birthday, Artur! Enjoy being eight!!" chorused the whole family. The little birthday boy had just woken and was still in his boat-shaped bed. His eyes lit up when he saw the large parcel wrapped in train wrapping-paper. "I chose it... I hope you like it." said three year old Franci shyly as he blushed bright red.
In delight, Artur ripped the paper off and opened the box. The big, brown ship lay on his bed, with sparkly silver writing inscripted on the side of the bow. It was a personal ship name from Franci: The Artur. The boy sat in awe. "I... love it." said Artur, hugging his little brother tightly.
●End of Flashback●
A tear came to Franci's eye. He sat on Artur's old boat-shaped bed, clutching his brothers elephant toy, named Edmund. "I.... still love you." whispered Franci.
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Lonely Boy: A Virtual Families 2 Fanfiction
FanficFranci was never popular throughout his family. His siblings ignored him, and with all the work caring for six children his parents did, too. His family made him feel small and depressed inside. When his mother Vesta dies of a grave sickness when h...
