Hammy stared at the box, blinking. It was filled with old notes from when he was ten. sighed, crossing his arms and pouting. Why did he have to clean his room on Saturday ?Oh well. He dug his hand in, and found something unusually. A large paper that had old name. Throwing the paper on he's bed he ran down stair to have some breakfast.
"MOM" he yell at the top of his lungs .
"Down here Hun" she replied.
"I need food" he said .
"That's why we have a kitchen ." She said in a funny tone.
Hammy jogged in slow motion to the kitchen , grabbing the first thing he saw and went to the balcony.
I leaned over the top floor balcony eating a Sandwich when a piece Ham slid from within in it and landed slap bang in the middle of a burly Sixth formers bald head who was standing in the foyer 30 foot below. It landed with a sort of wet slap, unfortunately, he must of noticed me as I tore threw the doorway behind because i knew he would spend the rest of the day trying to hunt me down .
Running upstairs with an odd face. I jumped on my bed knocking the pieces of paper that was on it. Turned on my radio on , and first thing that comes on is Call Me Maybe.
Walking over to my mirror , I start to look for my pills WAIT.
"MOM!!!!!!!!" I yell
"What do you need". she replies
"My pills. The one for my depression. The one I can't live without. Ringing a bell". He says with an anger voice.
"Oh that thing. "she says "It in the top right corner of your desktop she yells again
I swear my mom act like we are the same age.
THANK YOU MOMMY I yell
"Hun" she said again
"Yea" I reply
"Get ready where going to sign you up for group therapy " she said
"Kay" I say adding a sigh.
I turned off the radio and went to the bathroom not wanting to take a shower. I rubbed some deodorant under my arm pits and brushed my teeth. smiling at my tan skin for a moment checking myself out, throwing on a black tank top with some old rip jeans.
Waiting for my mom who takes forever to get dressed.
There i was sitting on by bed thinking of what might happen on the first day. So focused I didn't even hear my mom talking
"Hun.........Hun.................Hun she says
"Ummm" I say with a calm voice
"Let's go"
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DaNcE WiThOuT Me
Mystery / ThrillerA depressed young boy begins having strange dreams where he is killing people with his thought. He spends his days trapped behind a desk, think of ways to save him self
