This is the story of a young boy named Jeff Whitesides.Jeff was a young boy no younger than you and I.He grew up with his sister Anna Jacob,his brother Myles Whitesides and his mother Sarah Anderson.
For a boy that grew up with no father Jeff was well civilized learning things from older brother Myles.Together the two would run about the woods hunting for a buck,a coon or of any other food source they could find.They grew tired of running about with their fathers old shotguns that would barley work at times.But they had no other choice,for their dear mother was ill and unable to work and pay for the food needed for the family.Jeff and his brother killed at least 3 bucks a day depending on the weather of the time that the kill would arrive or how long they would stay to hunt.
Jeff has always had a sudden rush to enjoy the feeling of hunting for his pray.It gave him an uneasy feeling but time from time he wouldn't pay it any attention thinking it would go away soon.Well,was little boy Jeff ever wrong.Time passed and Jeff would sometimes even wake up at 7:30 AM just to hunt all alone which his mother forbid of him.Jeff couldn't handle the feeling.The feeling to kill over took him.Jeff told Myles as his brother was packing for college."Myles,is it ok if I tell you something that's been on my mind for a bit"?asked Jeff."Sure bro what'cha got"?said Myles."Well,"Jeff studded unsure of his brothers reaction,"For a long time now,ever since we have been hunting there has been a feeling that I really like hunting".
"Well I like hunting with you.It's always fun to have some quality bro time".
"Well I like hunting with you,too.But that's not what I'm talking about here..."
"Well what do you mean"?
"Not just that I like hunting...i just like killing period.And I don't want to hurt you or Mom or Anna.I just want this crazy feeling to go away..."Myles looked up and smiled.Almost laughing."What is he thinking"?thought Jeff.
With the big grin stuck on Myles' face he looked up at his younger brother and said,"Jeff I don't think u can fool me with this".
Jeff stared at his brother all worried and confused."What are you saying"?he asked.
"Listen bro maybe you have been watching too many horror films.What did I tell you?That stuff gets all in your head.Now stop playing games while you see I'm packing.Im doing something that actually matters."
Jeff was in shock that the only person he thought he could trust wouldn't even care to listen to his problem.Jeff left the room sad and feeling alone.Jeff lay in bed fast asleep that night until morning came.Jeff packed his backpack ate his breakfast and headed out the door to the school bus.Jeff sat in the middle back side of the bus staring outside the window when he was interrupted from his thoughts by a bully named Mark Fisher.He had been torturing Jeff since the first day of school but Jeff was unable to handel it.Mark was a big kid.Certainly much bigger than Jeff.As Mark walked up and down the row's of full seats he stunned upon Jeff sitting all alone."Hey Whitesides",said Mark,"this is my seat".Jeff looked up at him in fear.Unable to speak due to the hesitation Jeff couldn't move."Did you hear me?I said move it"!yelled Mark.
The bus driver slowed down the bus and yelled,"Why aren't you in your seat Fisher?!Leave Whitesides alone and sit down!"Mark walked away with his eyes on Jeff.Mark sat down.Jeff continued to stare out the window.He was relieved that it was all over.Or so he thought.A piece of paper was thrown at him and landed on his lap.Jeff opened the paper and on it Jeff read 'IM COMING FOR YOU WHITESIDES'.Jeff couldn't breath.He felt like the road of never ending cycle of hell would haunt him forever.
