They marched over to the corner where Ezra was. "EZRA!!!" She shouted. "Yes mom??" Ezra asked. "Don't you yes mom me.... Why would you steal without telling us!!?" His mom said. "What can I say.. I'm a pro at it." Ezra said. "Well now your a pro at not eating for the rest of the day!" His father said. "Go under the slide couch and stay there!" His mom said pointing to it.
"Fine..." He mumbled softly. He slid the circular soft object to reveal a hole underneath big enough for about maybe four six year old Ezra's.
He climbed down the ladder and into the hole and slid the top on. "Really!!! Punish me on my own birthday!!!" Ezra said kicking the metal wall. "Owww!" He said his foot in pain.
"I'll have my own special..... Thing down here." He said. He grabbed a match from his back pack and a rusty credit from his pocket. He lit the match and stuck it in a crack in the credit.
He said, "One day any day I wish my parents would feel the rush I feel of danger..." He said blowing out the match. He sat there for a few hours just waiting for the smoke to die out.
After that he fell fast asleep.
DU LIEST GERADE
A Bridger warrior
FanfictionBefore the rebels met Ezra and took him in on the ghost Ezra had a bad past. Read to find out what happens.
