The Untold Story of Josh

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*hey guys its sammy again i hope ur enjoying the story! i just wanted to tell you that i am excited about writing my first story! there will most likely be more stories so stay tuned and thanks for reading about joshie!!!*

I woke up and looked outside. It was raining. Cold, sour drops of water. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I ran downstairs to see if Grandma was up yet. I walked into the kitchen and smelt coffee. That meant she was up. “Good morning Joshie, how did you sleep?” she spoke in a sleepy voice. “Good” “What are you going to do today?” “I think I am going to hang out with Sean.” “Ok Joshie have fun and stay dry.” I walked up the stairs, as she slurped her coffee. I walked into the bathroom proud of myself for having a plan. I glanced into the mirror. “Oh my goodness!” I was frightened by myself in the mirror. My brown hair had been going in all different directions. I had crust all around my eyes and the worst case of bad breath. “I better get to work,” I thought to myself. I quick grab my brush and attempted to brush down my hair but once I got it all down it puffed right back up. This is going to be a long morning. I looked through the drawers and found something that was labeled “old straighter”. I decided to try and turn it on. Once it started to get hot I figured I should put some gloves on so I didn’t get burnt. When I got back it was super hot I hit the minus button which eventually it cooled off. Taking the thing into my hands I put it up to my hair and started to use it. I tried my best to use it as I thought I should. In about 10 minutes my hair was nice and flat. I could now check hair off check list. Now to work on my face; I got close to the mirror and looked at my eyes. The crust was all around my eye. As I tried to scrub it off with my finger but once I started to get some off my face turned red. “Oh man this might take long.” I went to the closet to get a wash cloth. It was a banged up, old door. I grabbed the handle and open the door. Soft creeks came from the hinges. I glanced up and down looking for a wash cloth I found 3 of them. One of them had many holes in it, poor towel. The 2nd one had rubber ducks on it probably mine when I was littler. The final one was a simple green one. It looks like I would be using the green one. I grabbed it closed the door and walked back to the bathroom. I covered the simple green cloth in water and soap. I squished all the excess water out. I begin to rub my face with it. Slowly my face goes back to normal. But quickly turns red. “Ehh, well it will go away soon,” I thought. Alright time to fix that bad breath of mine. I put my hand into a cuff, breathed into it and smelt it. Nasty. I took my blue and green tooth brush out from the first drawer. I also grabbed my SpongeBob toothpaste. I squirted more toothpaste than usual on it just so I knew it would do the job. I scrubbed the top teeth for about a minute then the bottom teeth for a minute. I also brush my tongue for a few seconds. I squished it around in my mouth then spit. I grabbed my kid’s mouth wash. Pouring it into the cup I spilled a little bit. I put the water into my mouth and gargled a bit then spit. A rush of relief went through me knowing I was done in the bathroom. I walked to my bedroom to get dressed. I pulled out a plain green shirt and some blue shorts. I quick put those clothes on some socks and shoes and ran out the door.

I had forgotten to pack a bag so I had to go back inside. “Hi Josh, forget something?” “Yeah I just need to get a bag,” I ran up the stairs I grabbed my old backpack. I put a few things into the bag like a sweatshirt, a water bottle, a few dollars, two snacks for later, the note, and some other things I might need to survive.

I ran back down the stairs. Jumping over the last 3 stairs. “Goodbye Josh.” my grandmother peeped. “Bye Grandmother!” I screamed as I slammed the door behind me. I knew I would have to get downtown quickly. So I figured that it would be fastest to take the city bus. I waited at the bus stop just down the street from my house. When it finally arrived I grabbed my $1.25 and handed it to the old man driving. He was thin and lanky. He didn't have much hair on his head. The hair that he had left was all gray and needed to be washed. He wore black circle glasses on the tip of nose. “Thanks young man, take a seat.” I sat in a seat in the way back. I looked around the bus just to see who else was riding. It was mostly filled with older ladies and men. It had the worst smell. It was the same smell that I had always smelt in the morning. Coffee. After I had analyzed everybody I decided to just look out the window for my stop.

Once my stop came I had almost fallen asleep. I was so tired. I must of went to bed late. I walked up to the front of the bus and exited the bus. I didn't really know where to start so I went to the first apartment complex I saw and started there. I went to the very first room, A1. I got my camera ready for a picture. I took my hand up to the door and knocked. I heard someone walking towards the door. The door swung open. “Hello,” it was a nice looking lady, maybe around 40 years old. “What can I do for you?” “Well I'm Josh Tolpil. My parents died when I was five years old. I live with Grandmother. I have always been a little shy. My dad left me a box of things. It had a note in it.” I had her the note. As she read it I saw a weird face grow on her. “Well then I don't think in the girl your looking for,” “Can I take a picture of you please” “Of course you can,” I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. “Thank you,” then I left.

I went through the whole apartment building telling everyone my story and about the note and how I needed to find that one person who that the message for me. I ended with a bunch of pictures and that was all I had accomplished. But nobody seemed to know anything. So I headed to the town houses a lined along the road. The first house was a dull brown color. The windows looked a little out dated. I went up the front stairs and knock on the door. The door open and I saw Mr. Welch. “Hello Josh how are you enjoying the rain?” he gave me a little wink. “It's good. So umm my parents died when I was five years old and I now live with my grandmother. My dad left me a box of things. And there was a note,” I wanted to make it short and sweet. He read the note like everyone. A little shock when his face went up and looked at me he said “No I'm sorry Josh I have no idea what to do. But I do think there is someone that can help you,” he walked into his house. I heard some kind of noise. But I couldn't make it out.