A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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"Where is he!?" Joyce had said to herself. She then looks all around the three rooms on the top floor. The boy wasn't in any of those rooms. She proceeds to walk downstairs. As she makes it to the bottom, she looks for the boy in the kitchen. Only to find him there holding a knife. He was just about to cut something.
Joyce couldn't see what it was clearly, and out of fear, she said, "Wait! Don't!" The boy stops and asks, "What's the matter, Joyce?" Joyce was half awake, and she rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. As her vision clears up, she notices that the boy was just about to cut some onions.
"Wait, I thought you were going to" Joyce pauses. "You thought I was going to what Joyce?" The boy asks. "Never mind," Joyce responds. The boy proceeds, "Oh, okay. Well, I forgot to mention I made some breakfast. I'm just finishing this last meal here. There are pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, bagels, French toast, waffles, grilled cheese, and some orange juice. I'm barely finishing up an omelet for your grandmother. I'm just waiting for her to wake up so we can all enjoy our food."
Joyce thinks to herself, "Wow, that's a lot of food, wait, where the hell did he get all that food from?. Hmm... If we don't finish it, we can give it to my neighbors here close by. An act of pure kindness. I love being kind. I never want to be sad ever again, ever since-"
Joyce's grandmother had finally awoken. She yawns, then speaks, "What's going on here? It smells good." The boy says, "Good morning, ma'am." Joyce's grandmother interrupts, "Oh! Please, call me Nana." "All right, Nana. I made some food for all of you. Just trying to be sweet is all," the boy says while giving a big smile.
"Why, thank you," Nana said. They all doused down on the breakfast, they chattered, and had a few laughs. Afterward, Joyce says to the boy, "All right! Now let's go to my favorite place. It's 9:30 A.M. We should head on now to have the whole day to ourselves." "All right, let's go. I'm so excited!" The boy says.
Nana tells them, "All right then, children, don't be out too late. Have fun." "We will! Thanks, grandma," Joyce says, while she was holding a picnic basket for her and the boy to eat afterward.
They proceed to walk to a nearby forest. As Joyce had said before, there were trees for shade and a beautiful lake. The boy could not believe his eyes. It looked like paradise. They then sit down and enjoy the view for a while. The boy then says to Joyce, "Hey, when I woke up this morning and got out of your room... I looked around and noticed that there were three rooms. Is there a reason as to why?
Joyce sighs and says, "Well, the other room was my brother's." "What happened to him?" The boy asks. Joyce says, "Hey, I don't want to talk about it. Let's just enjoy this day. Please!" "You're right. I'm sorry, Joyce."
The boy proceeds to go up the lake and manages to grab a tiny fish. He then calls for Joyce to look at it. Joyce says, "Wow, that little fish is so cute." After he puts the fish back into the lake, he then throws a little water at Joyce. Joyce then throws water at him, too. There they were playing around like little kids. They were rolling down the grass, playing hide and seek behind the trees, and so on.
