This song is catchy for some reason it's now my obsession 😝. I wanna draw something today....
12 years ago your parents were forced to give you up. You ended up in this abandon island full of trash. It was okay because there were other kids there. There were no adults to tell you what to do so no bedtimes. You, (y/n) (l/n) were 13 years old. You didn't speak really good English due to your lack of education and knowledge so it was hard for outsiders to understand you and your friends. You considered yourself a child because you play outside every day, rolling around in the trash piles.
"(Y/n)! We going outside! Coming?" Your friend, Cameron asks with his bad English. "Yeah, I'm coming!" You put o your striped pajama pants, basketball shirt, muddy rain boots, and your fluffy (f/c) blanket that you wrap around your neck, like a cape. Everyone on the island was gathered in a circle ready to decide tonight's game.
"Hide and seek?"
"How about sharks and minnows?"
"GHOST IN THE GRAVEYARD!" You shout.
Everyone surprisingly nods their heads in agreement, it usually takes them 2 hours to agree on one game to play. Heidi covers her eyes as everyone hides among the humungous piles of dirt, mud, and garbage.
You quickly hide in your favorite hiding spot, the dock. It was only known to a few people so it was perfect. You gently kick your feet against the cold water's surface. Suddenly, a life boat pulls up to the dock. A man in a brown trench coat with a blindfold around his eyes looks straight at you and smiles. "Hello." He greets. "Hi." You mumble not looking at him. "It's time you came home." He says. "This is my home." You state.
"The host knew your parents, they were good people..." You roll your eyes. No one even knew you had parents. "Come with the host, please." He begs. "Why should I? I'm happy here." You cross your arms. "READY OR NOT HERE I COME!" Heidi yells. You sat up, but is forced down by the man. "(Y/n) is leaving this island whether she/he likes it or not!" He yells.
"Give me reason why I go with you!" You shout.
Well, you smell terrible, your clothes are filthy, your rib cage is completely visible, and you sleep on a pile of dirt!" He pitied you. You liked this life like it couldn't get any better. He gave up and just carried you onto the boat slowing sailing away.
"You should have came home a long time ago." He says. You start bursting out into laughter. Host's head faces away from you, ashamed. Something was wrong. You finally stopped crying and listened to his quiet sobs. "What did I do that was wrong?" You asked in poor English. "(Y/n). I was your father." You stopped chuckling. "S-sorry." Unwanted tears soak up Host's trench coat. "It's fine."
"Why did you leave then?" You asked.
"Because I didn't have the guts to say goodbye."
