Aaron Staveson (Aka Ame) at the age of 7 was forcefully drafted amongst other children into a war against monsters. After 2 years of bloodshed and determination, he was able to end the war... or did he?
The war was officially over, at the cost of ma...
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Here's Aaron and his daughter Julia dressed as frogs for Halloween!
It's... been a hot minute. Heyo! Wassup I'm back for another chapter of the Aaron whoistotallynotaversionofAmewithkids- book!
Sean's POV:
"Hey dad, can I have some of those chips?" I asked.
"Sure! I can't finish all of these by myself. Apparently none of your siblings -that can chew- like this flavor. So knock yourself out!" Dad said handing over the bag. I took it gratefully and shook the bag to redistribute the flavor.
"What's not to like?" I asked while popping one in my mouth. I hummed in content. 'Barbecue, yum!' I thought (eeeeewwwwww Barbecue flavored? Yuck!). I hear one of my siblings walk past us making gagging noises, but they booked it before dad and I could see them.
Thoughts of what happened earlier came up in the calmness of the room. We had to make the excuse that Mr. Unity accidentally left something and that we wanted to bring it back to him. Dad looked skeptical, but let it pass saying that we were doing the right thing. The thoughts about the journal made me tear up. Dad's back was turned towards me and I leaned over to hug him. He tried turning to face me, but I wouldn't budge. He laid a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. (AW SEAN-)
"Hey kiddo, you doing okay? You and some of the other kids have been acting strange all day. Anything going on?" Dad asked. I shook my head and buried myself deeper into his side not wanting to think about anything at all.
"Well," He sighed. "it's getting late kiddo, and we still need to prepare for the ball. How 'bout you head to bed and maybe you might feel better in the morning?" I shrugged and took my dad's hand to lead him upstairs.
"Can you read me a bedtime story before you do...? Like old times." I asked.
