Let me tell you a story.
Keep in mind I am only fifteen I am not an old person trying to tell you about how the past is superior to the current generation.
I just want to let you know more about me.
Since you are my friend.
When I was about six my mom met a man who wasn't the same man she slept in bed with.
He was much more attractive and his shadow alone gave me goosebumps.
He was intimidating and I prayed that my mom wouldn't keep him around.
I should've known my luck when it came to hoping for a different outcome.
Because the man my mom initially slept with left in a haste of rage after finding them on the floor in the living room.
The second man stayed.
When he found out about me it became apparent that I could rightly judge him by his appearance.
The one thing I didn't catch was he also loved me as much as he loved my mom.
He would ignore my older sister.
He told me he loved boys who didn't know what sex was.
According to the man with the scary shadow, it was as rare as sighting a clam with two pearls to find a boy who was so pure.
He obsessed over the fact so much that he refused to tell me what the incongruous act was.
Yet he still managed to ruin my mind in more than one way.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Sixteen Cranes
RandomThis is a story about a boy. A world with only a boy. Only one name. One character but no protagonist. This is a story about two boys. A world with billions of people. Only two names, but it ends at sixteen cranes.
