Dates.
They surround me.
They cover me.
They cover evreyone.
My name is Troy. Not many know my name. Just the 5 that were chosen. My mother, My father, and my sister are currently the only ones. The dates will tell me when ill see the other two. I just dont know which one. The dates just show me when, not what or why but when. My mother says that I used to be covered head to toe with them.
As soon as I began to learn new things, the dark brownish numbers would dissapear.
I learned to grab at my toys. A date dissappeared from my hand.
I learned to crawl. A date dissapeared from my knee.
I learned to stand. To walk. To run. To jump. More dates left, like healing scars.
One day my mother sat down with me and counted them all just to start a tally. Whenever a date would leave, she would erase a line from our board. She seemed to like it, it calmed her whenever she was stressed. I didn't. I hated it, it scared me. I realized way before her that all it was... was a count down to my death.
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The Dates
RandomThis book is about a boy named troy who didnt seem to fit in with the others. His life was a mess. his dates were dissapearing quickly as if his time was comming. But he should have years left. And NO, I AM NOT COPYING EXPIRATION DATE!!!!! I CAME UP...
