Song: I'm Just a Kid, by Simple Plan.
6 Y/O:
Traviz thought he would spend some time with daddy and ask many things about his cool busy work, but that didn't happen. Daddy always left home before he could even wake up, and got back after he was already about to sleep. And what was worse: mom and dad seemed to be hiding something from him, yes. Whenever Traviz was sent to bed, he could hear them playing upstairs. Laughing and making noises. They were having fun without him, they didn't want him to play together. That's why they waited until he was sleeping. Traviz was so hurt. He decided not to talk to his mom, never again. 'Oh, honey, what's wrong?'. And Traviz turned his head away, grunting. He stopped combing his hair and he tossed all the green things away from his plate, revolted. 'Daddy would not like this, little boy.', his mom warned. Whatever, daddy was not there, at all. They never had lunch together. Or even dinner. Or breakfast.
7 Y/O:
And there was another bad thing: he was gaining less presents! Apparently daddy decided to stop working! All he did was play with mom while he was 'sleeping'! Traviz was getting nervous. And momma didn't watch cartoons with him, anymore. One day, he stood at his friend's house, until dinner. He thought it'd be cool, but he hated it. Jordan's mom and dad were super nice and they played with them, but Traviz was so jealous. His mom and dad were probably having fun without him, by that time. When his mom went to pick him up, she said 'Honey, did you have fun?' That was ridiculous. Why was she asking him that? Of course he didn't! Forgetting, for the hundredth time, that he was not supposed to talk to his mom anymore, he yelled, angry: 'No! No!! Shit!!' 'Trav, where did you learn that word!?'
Oh, he was so mad. He remembered running towards his room, as quickly as possible, and slamming the door. His mom called him, but he was so angry. At that night, he made a decision. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd go upstairs and join them. Who did they think they are to leave him out of the play? That was so unfair. So he impatiently waited for the play noises, and he went upstairs, quietly. He wanted to take them by surprise. As he stepped up, the sound grew louder. Were they playing pillow war? That was fun, he was a very good pillow-shooter!! Eager to get in the room, he cautiously glanced through the door that stood ajar.
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
