The Little Boy Who Wanted To Fly

Short Story

Once upon a time there was a little boy who thought he could fly high, high into the sky. He always thought about it and how he would take flight. He sat in his beanbag and wrote down his thoughts in his little notebook. It was sky blue with small white polka dots. He loved that notebook. That little boy thought during his bathes, meals, classes, and even when he was playing with his friends! He was very bored sometimes and needed someone to talk to about his master plan. One afternoon his "friend" came over to play in the creak the little boy has in his backyard. They got their swimsuits on and started trudging into the water. The "friend" suddenly pushed the little boy in and he hit his head on a huge rock. Blood started gushing out and the "friend" rushed inside the house to tell the little boy's mother. She was so shocked and ran outside to see if it was true. The little boy was now bleeding out of his head, right arm, and both knees. The mother just stood there in horror for a second or two and then snapped into action. She was so fast the "friend" didn't even know what was happening. The mother suddenly had a huge first aid kit right beside her and her son on her lap while she held gauze in her hands. She placed it down on the little boy's head and started rummaging through her bag. She held some neosporen and pored ALL of it on the head. She was so worried that she even called her HUSBAND! :0000 yep ok that's it folks! The little boy never got to fly and I never got to the end of the story... if you want to find out what happened then SUCK IT UP B/C UR NOT GETTING ANYMORE! THIS STORY DOESN'T WANT U TO KNOW.  😤😡👿 >:(