The words humanity dose'nt dare to say.

Never In A Trilion years

There once was a little boy, everything in his life, or he was taught was always organized or some kind of orginazation. He was not allowed to have any stuffed animals because his parents said it was to childish. He always though to himself when they said that "but I still am a kid, I am only 5."

He never really said anything because he was to afraid that everything in his life would become unorginized, he was taught that even a little argument can destroy everything. Everything in his life was always organized and he did not know how to live with him self with out it being orginized. That is until one day, he can't tell whether is was the worst or best day or his life.

It was when he moved, on a rainy day. He was never one for rain, or sun, or even clouds. He liked the snow, he liked that every snow flake was different but they still fit together when they got to the ground. They were always some what organized but they were never the same. When he got to his house he had realized that most everything was all the same, all orginized.

But then they got to there house, it was the same as the others but there neighbor had a colorful, bright old house made out of wood. It had all types of weird dohicky things all over the house. It was not orginized, nothing was, it was all a big mess.

His mother made a schedule for him, his every day life, as they wanted his life to be. His mother and father told him that they did this because they loved him. He never knew why they did this. He threw that thought to the side, he had been living there for 2 weeks now. The kids at school bullied him for being so organized, it was really weird but he disregarded it.

He loves the fall, he never really knew why he loved it but he loved the smell, it smelled like a bonfire that has been going for a while, he loved this smell because his father always had the hint of it in his clothes. His dad had passed 6 months ago, he never really liked the words died, death, passed away, passed on, etc. He like to say that they just said goodbye till they meet again. Little did he know, never in a trillion years would he ever meet his dad again, or so that is what ever one told him.

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Hey, I hope you enjoyed this, the next chapter will be coming out in a couple of days, no worries, I am surprised if any one actually likes this crap. I am horrible writer but I wanted to give it a shot. What could go wrong?
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