"Your are all just a bunch if my trophies" a voice said followed by a cold sinister laugh.
Albert awoke with a jump and gasping for breath. Always the same dream every night as he stepped out of bed, down the stares and into the outside world where it was still night. He looked up at the stars, knowing all of their names and even some weird numbers to solving why some might be, what was he thinking? Why some if them may even be dead? He shook his head of such nonsense.
Stars can't die? !??
I mean when did they even start living??!
what does dying even mean!?!?
Albert shook his head and went inside and drank some water when he heard his moms loud obnoxious voice "ALBERT EINSTEIN YOU GET TO BED RIGHT NOW" . Albert just rolled his eyes and screamed "Alright" drank the rest of his water and went to bed.
YOU ARE READING
The book under the tree (Book 1)
Short Story"Why does everyone cry when they read the book that is supposedly older then time?"
