Being gifted...[ON HOLD]

Kidnapper vans are so yesterday

This is the introduction of the third character. And tommorow i am uploading the last character.

plz COMMENT.

---PLC (peace, love and cookies)

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Saturday, September 13th, 2011

New York City,

USA

NICK'S POV

"Nick, go and do your homework. And take Gavin with you. I need to have a talk with your uncle." Aunt Florence ushers us toward our bedroom doors. She turns around and goes back downstairs to have a "talk" with Uncle Sam. This is the third time this week.

"How come their talks always sound like they are shouting?" Gavin, my six year old brother, asks me.

"It is because they ARE shouting." I reply looking very irritated. Once Gavin starts asking questions, he doesn't stop.

"They are?" he asks as if he can't believe it.

"Never mind, Gavin. Go to your room and play with some cars or something. I am going to go to mine. Okay?"

"Are you sneaking out of the house without asking Aunt Florence again?" Wow. For a six year old, Gavin sure is smart.

"No. I am not. Stop bothering me." I go inside my room and close my door. Before I can take another step into my room, I hear a knock at my door. I open the door. "What is it NOW, Gavin?" I ask before even opening the door.

"I need something." He replies. I open the door completely and wait for him to continue

"What is it?!" I yell. He stares at me for a while and does something that completely catches me off-guard.

He hugs me.

"It looked like you needed that." He explains. I smile and hug him back.

"You are right, little fella. I did need that. Do you want to play something together?" His face brightens.

"Okay! I'll go bring my toy cars." He runs into his room.

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"I WON!!!" Gavin yells while jumping up and down on my bed. I smile. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

"Alright. Alright. You got lucky this time. No big deal."

"Nicky, I have been winning the past 10 games!" he giggles. I smile. Losing to my brother is much more fun than winning against him.

"Don't call me that!" I pretend to be pissed off.

"Okay, NICKY." He laughs.

"Okay, THAT'S IT!! Now you have got me mad!" I tackle him on the bed and start tickling him. He starts laughing uncontrollably. "Are you going to call me that again? Huh? Are you?"

"Nicky, Nicky.... NICKY!!" he says between laughs.

"Oh.....you did not just say that!!"

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Why is the helicopter taking so long? I am late 10 mins myself, and it is still not here.

Maybe it just seems like I have been waiting for a long time because I can't wait to dive. But what can I say? It is just so amazing. The rush. The freedom. The fact that I am jumping out of a helicopter that is in perfectly good condition. They all make this sport so addictive. Okay, so maybe not the last one.

Another reason I come here every Sunday is probably because this was my parents last present to me before they died. Two years free membership to this skydiving club. I miss them so much. I never show it, but I do. To the world I am a brave child who has never once cried for his parent's death. But they don't know half of it.

If it weren't for Gavin, I would be broken by now. I shake the thought out of my head and continue searching the skies for my helicopter. I finally spot it as it rushes towards the pad. As soon as it lands, I head over to it. I already have all my gear on. The rest of work has to be done by my pilot.

As I approach the helicopter I spot two new pilots. I can't see their faces but I can tell they are new by their bodies. I wait for them to get out. When they don't I go inside.

"Yo, guys." I greet the pilots. "Some help here? I need to be tied to the helicopter."

"Shooot! I am telling you. Shoot." I hear one of the pilots whisper.

"Damn. It is not working!!" the second pilot whispers back. If they are going to whisper, they should do it a bit lower.

"What do you mean 'it's not working'??!"The first pilot yells.

"Are you guys okay? If you guys are high or something, I suggest you shouldn't be in the cock pit."

"I GOT IT!!!" the second pilot yells. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my foot and fall down. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING??! My vision blurs and I get knocked out.

Last thought: How the hell am I going skydive if I am knocked out?