I was wondering what Charles was saying. Because somehow I heard those names before but never heard they had a child, name Charles. But that doesn't matter I know Mr. Harold and Mrs. Harold are nice people so maybe Charles is nice too.
"Hey Charles that changed my mind, you're not really a stranger to me, so maybe you can come with me," I say. Charles smiled.
"Come over here, this is where my home should be--- wait that isn't my home" I say shocked. I quickly leaded Charles to another way.
"Here! Nop... Over here, no that's not my house... Here this should be it" I say. Oh my I was so worn out I couldn't go anywhere. Where's my house? It somehow disappeared, wait it can't be all that squishing around made me forgot where I started from.
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A Little to Live for
Short StoryIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
