Mythical Wonders (Niam)

Chapter 1

Liam was peering out of his window pane, staring at the bright yellow sun beaming in the blue skies. He watched in awe as his small hands cupped his chin, watching the day go by. He wanted to go out, but he was grounded for something he hadn't done.

That was usually the case. Harry, one of his friends had kicked a football in his Mum and Dad's bedroom window. Harry was to much of a wimp to tell Mr and Mrs Payne that he was the one who coursed the damaged so Liam told his parents that he did it so he could still be friends with Harry. 

Liam was only seven when it happened and Harry was six, so being the older one, was the right thing to do at the time. Liam didn't have anymore friends to play with, it was just him and his close friend Harry. 

Liam sighed dreamily as he held his woody doll close to his chest, wishing he could play out and wonder the parks ahead. 

Liam had a big front yard and back yard, full of fresh green grass. He peered at his back yard. The yard whispering and just begging for him to play out on it. He peeled his eyes away and sat Woody down on his window shelf before waddling to his other toys. 

He went through some old barbie dolls his sister gave him, he didn't know why she would give him such a thing. He wasn't even into Barbie's. She just said something about being 'to old for them' and throwing them into Liam's toy box. 

He didn't mind though, the more the merrier. As his Grandma would say. 

Liam's small hands grabbed at his brown worn out horse, one of the legs were missing but that didn't stop him from playing with it. 

He jumped onto his bed along with his toys and crossed his legs. His shoulders slumped and he let out a 'huff'. He was sick of always being told off. His parents never understood him. They would always shouted at him. It would scare Liam to the bone when his parents raised their voices at him. He would always cry and run to his room. Once his Dad tried to hit him before, but his Mum stopped him and knocked some sense into his father.

Liam rolled onto his stomach and hugged his toys close to his neck, watching grey clouds slowly hide the sun away. Liam closed his eye-lids and let sleep take over. 

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The next morning when Liam woke up, he shot from bed and ran downstairs. Grabbing his toys on the way as his little feet carried him downstairs. 

He quickly grabbed an apple (with a little help from a chair to stand on) and ran towards the front door. His stubby legs came to a stop as he swiftly slipped his  blue super man shoes on and went on his tippy toes, grabbing the door handle with his finger tips and successfully opening the front door. He was confused to why the door was open, it was usual closed earlier in morning. 

He just shrugged his little shoulders to the thought and giggled as he stepped out into the morning fresh air, taking a sloopy bite out of his apple and putting it to the side. 

It was always a surprise to  other mothers and fathers to why a kid his age would know that his greens and fruits were good for him. But he knew they were. He never dared to touch or look at any kind of sweet. He just loafed them. 

Liam looked around for anyone he could play with, but to his dismay, no one around his age was up at this time. He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out and his hands flopping to his sides. 

He was sad, he didn't know that nearly everyone was either sleeping or busy. He just thought that people didn't want to or didn't like to play with him which made him sad. 

The sun was out while Liam still played outside, running around with his toys, making airplane noises with his pink lips rubbing togehter as he ran around his house. He didn't think his parents were in. So he didn't bother looking or thinking of them for the time being.