As i'm laying on the bench in New York, New York I can feel wind whoosh across my face. I slowly get up and soak my feet in the ground at Central Park. I just thought in my head, "Josh, where did I come from? Why don't I have a family?" I've wondered that all my life. For 17 years i've been searching and searching for clues of my ancestors, mom, dad, exedra. I slowly get up from the bench as my feet soak into the mud, I start to hear a mysterious voice in my head, "John, John, John, I can see you. Come to me." In a scary yet satisfying voice. I've heard this voice before. I just thought it was an illusion. I slowly walk out of Central Park while shaking in fear. People started looking at me like they've seen me before, or like special. I didn't understand any of this. This girl ran up to me screaming in fear, "RUN, GO, THEY'RE COMING, RUN!"
I looked at her in confusion. Why did she come to me? Why didn't she go to someone else?
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The Boy and the Tire Swing
FantasyAs you all know "The Boy and the Tire Swing", This story is about a little boy without a family, throughout this story you'll find unverified secrets about this boy. READ TODAY.
