When Catapults Fly

Chapter 1 - After school snacks and "Dancing with the Stars"

Copyright © 2016 by Raven Munchel
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On top is a picture of Charlotte ( Liana Liberato) In case you wanted to know what she looks like. Please feel free to comment and tell me what you think. Also WARNING there is some profanity in this so if you can't read that kind of stuff, read no further. Also if you see any grammatical, or spelling mistakes(which there might be a lot of seeing as how I'm doing this on my phone) I will do my best to edit and fix it but I would appreciate it if you would not point out every single one. But other than that I'm open to constructive criticism, I don't think it's a secret that those of us who use wattpad(including me)don't have any trouble giving our opinion on things, so with that I bid you a good readings!(So cheesy I know I'm sorry)

Have you ever had that feeling where in the pit of your stomach you knew something bad either is happening or is going to happen? But instead acting upon those thoughts, those feelings, you decide to hide it away and second guess your self. Then when you finally realize that you should have said something to stop it, to stop them... it was to late.

I was seven when it happened. It was just like any other morning. My mother came into my room to wake me up for school by tapping on my door, and putting Dwarsy(our baby black lab) on my bed. I had only just gotten him a few months prior for my 7 birthday and he had been my best friend ever since. With Dwarsy now on the bed I would wrap my small arms around him, and snuggle up close, to fall back to sleep yet again. And my mother, being the classy lady she is would have to yank off my blankets for me to finally get up. It's funny, even then I valued my sleep.

After finally getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed I would skip into the kitchen, where my dad always had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice waiting for me. I would eat, as my mother would try to comb and control my unruly knotty hair. Then as usual after breakfast mother would kiss me goodbye and would go finish getting ready for work as my father walked me down to the bus stop at the end of the driveway. Located there was this giant oak tree of which my father had hung a swing. Most of the time I would climb on to the swing as my father pushed me. We would talk about all our deams from that night until it was time to go on to the bus. But this time, I'm not sure why, or what was different, but I guess I just felt it needed to be said,

"Dad, do you gotta go to work to day?" I asked stopping in the drive way as wave of nausea washed of over me.

"Yes pumpkin..." He said looking down at me before squatting to reach my height "just like how you need to go to school. Why do you ask?"

"I don't, I don't know" I shrugged, my breath raggedy as I did my best to control my breathing, a sudden tightening began form around my chest. Ahead of us the bus squeezed to a stop.

"Honey, are you feeling alright? You've gone pale?" My father asked pressing the back of his palm to my forehead.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm okay. I-I was just wondering, that's all." I replied taking his hand from my head, trying wrapping my small hands around his. He gave me questioning look before rising to his feet.

"Well goodbye pumpkin I love you. Have a nice time at school." My dad said, hesitating for a moment before he gave me kiss on the head.