Take Me Home

The Good Days

Hey guys! Thanks for reading another one of my stories, it really means a lot to me! So, just a disclaimer here, the first three chapters of my story are in Eric's POV as a child, that's why a lot of the writing is off and not proper. In the fourth chapter it flashes to eight years later, when he is a teenager, and the writing is more in the style it should be. Just wanted to clear that up.

I'd also like to mention that this story is set in the 80's and 90's, so some of the language used here isn't proper in todays day in age. Later on in the chapters when Eric is older, there are some things that his classmates say to him that are very hurtful, and I don't mean to offend anyone in any way by the language choices I use. For those words, I use quotation marks ('') just to point out that I know those words are not okay to use. This story is inspired by a true case, so I just wanted to make the story as realistic and accurate as possible to the true story, that's why I added those certain words into the story.

Also, this story is one of the first ones I wrote, so it is a bit different than how I write now. It also needs some editing, but I'm kinda busy at the moment, so I'll get to it eventually.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story, and don't forget to vote and comment on parts you like! Thank you!

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May 12th, 1982

  "You're it Eric!" A small boy yelled in the same squeaky voice as me, as he swung from the monkey bars on the play structure close to our homes. That was Mike Thimbleton, my best friend. We had been friends since the year before, which was the first grade. We were now in grade two, and I liked it a lot. Lots of people thought me and him both looked like each other, even our parents. I guess maybe it was the light brown hair we both have, and the way it hangs. We both wear it sort of long. Mine curls away from my face, and out from under my neck too. His was the same. I guess we had almost the same eye colour too, but our eyes didn't look like they had colour. They were both really dark. But not black, just dark. We were both the same height too, and both tiny and thin. Both the same age, seven. My birthday was in August, and his was in June. He was older than me for two months, but that was ok. Both of our favourite things about school was recess, and we liked playing on the swings. Another thing we liked doing at recess was playing army man, and that was the most fun. I was always the Sargent, and he was one of the men on field.

"Eric! Didn't you hear him? You're it!" Another kid yelled on the structure, and that was Holly Lakeman. She was another friend of mine. She had just moved to our school this year, and she sat right next to me in class. She was nice, and she liked playing army man too sometimes. She was different than any of the girls in our grade. All the others liked playing princesses and liked lots of sparkly things, but not Holly. She was like me and Mike, she liked the games we played. She was like all the boys, not much like the girls.

  "Fine," I hunched my back and hung my head low as I started spinning around and around and around. I got dizzy fast, my eyes feeling like they were spinning too. But I couldn't open my eyes. We were playing Marco Polo. I loved that game. And tag too. I just didn't like it when I was it. Then it wasn't fun anymore because I wasn't that fast and couldn't keep up with my friends. Sometimes I just wanted to give up, but then my friends would say I was no fun and wouldn't want me to play with them anymore. Maybe they wouldn't say that, but I didn't want to take chances. So I just went on with the game. Marco Polo wasn't as bad, but sometimes I opened my eyes a little bit and peeked through my eyelashes, and my friends never noticed. I got away with it, and then I would tag someone. I could be sneaky sometimes. With my friends, and at home. I got in trouble sometimes at home for being too sneaky, but not very much at school.

The rocks made crashing sounds and clinked together as I walked slowly over to the play structure Mike was on. So was Holly. I could tell because I opened my eyes a tiny bit. I could hear they were trying to get away from me, and hide, but I knew where they were. I could hear their little laughs as I kept saying 'Marco' and they would answer back 'Polo'. But they didn't know I was cheating and could see where they were. But I was not the only one who cheated, I knew the others did too. We all did at some point.