Garry was super, super excited about leaving for war, he packed his bags and all his things, he was ready to go but, then he had a thought, it was not a very nice thought.'How could I ever tell mother,or worse if I die, then what will she think when I never come home?'
He walked out to the front door, not running, but speed walking, hoping neither of my parents would see me. 'Well...m'plan plan failed.' So here's the story; When Garry was walking through the main lounge, his mother saw him and asked,"Why hello Garry where y' be of to in such a hurry with out tellin y' own mother." Garry thought for a while, not knowing what to say. He was in a trap a big trap, he couldn't tell his mother that he was going to war, cause then he'd be in an even bigger trap, with questions from his mum like 'why do you want to go to war?' or 'Why didn't you tell me' or 'Garry you can't go to was,cause, well.., we all know you'd never survive it.'This was terrible, 'aha, I know it,' "ahhh, eerrr," ' man it's harder to say the do,' "Ahh, oh, I'm heading to a friends house to stay with them for about a year or two, anyway, I told dad, I thought he would have told you."
Garry made it out of the house with that excuse, now he just really badly hopes that he won't pass any of his friends or people that he knows. He had left the house, and was heading towards either to the end of his life or , a great story to remind himself of when he's sad.Now Garry only had one thought on his mind, ' Will I get in...'
He was on his way to war, now nothing was in his way but decisions.
He saw the busHe was going to miss the bus, be too late, or even worse his dreams would me let into to one big puddle on the ground and never turn solid again. Garry sprinted and sprinted until he couldn't run any further. He made it, but only just he was the last one the only to get on. Of course Garry
