"Hey mom!", harold shouted from up stairs. His mom rushed up the stairs to find him sitting on the edge of his bed. "Yes harold?" asked his mother.
"is breakfast ready?" Harold asked.
"Yes, its downstairs, "Better hurry don't wanna be late to school".
Harold was in the eighth grade, he was 15 and very optimistic. He was 6 foot , had short blond hair and green eyes.
His mom, Emily Harper was a kind person who always had hope, she had long black hair and brown eyes.
Harolds dad was an artist, who died of cancer at a young age, but harold inherited not only his dads drawings, but his drawing skills as well.
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The Book Of Harold
Fanfiction"Harold rushed downstairs, he didn't see his mom anywhere. The whole place was ransacked lamps, plant pots, dishes, everything was either broken or on the floor." (find out what happens) Based off of harold and the purple crayon ft undertale battle...
