Child of God - ONE
Name: Ronald Robertson Jr.
Age: 19 Years - 23 Days - 55 Minutes - 39 Seconds
Information: Ronnie is a happy young man, who just received a scholarship to NYU. He's very smart, hopeful and likeable.
He's an only child, and desperately wishes he had some siblings--though he's never brought it up to his parents, who are both busy Surgeons.
He hates sports, but loves to read. He'd rather hang out in a library than go to a big football game with his mates.
He has many friends, but often feels alone. He hates that feeling, he could really use a... Comforter.
I rolled my eyes.
Hazard(s): Peanuts, Pools, Cats.
Cause of Death: __________
Ugh. I threw my head back and groaned up to the clear blue sky.
"He sounds like one of the good boys that knows everything..." I mumbled as I stuffed the file into my messenger bag back.
I walked down the busy New York street, filled with my brothers and sisters. They probably didn't even know that they were all related. That they all had the same Father. I'm guessing a good portion of them didn't even believe in God.
"Hey, I'm walking here!" A young man yelled at me when we bumped shoulders.
"Oh, thanks for letting me know, mate!" I tipped my imaginary hat and continued walking towards the apartment complex on 34th street.
Apparently my boy here got a well-paying job at 17, and was able to move out of his parent's house at 18. He bought a cheap place, one he could stay in while he went to NYU.
I can't say I know what's wrong with the dorms on campus; colleges have changed quite a bit since '43, so there's really no way of knowing.
"Excuse me," I had walked into the lobby of the Frasier Apartments, and straight up to a woman checking her mail, "Do you know where I can find a kid names Ronnie?"
"Oh, Ronnie!" The girl squealed and clapped her hands, "He's in his place studying, he's such a good boy. Upstairs apartment to the right, not left."
"Thanks, love." I flashes a toothy grin, and she smiled back with almost too much enthusiasm.
I climbed the flight of stairs, and immediately regretted not working out more; by the time I reached the top, I was completely out of breath, and my legs were jelly.
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The Cause Of Death
HumorThere was a time, thousands of years ago, where men's worst fault was caring for each other. So God created a test in the form of a room. A plain room, a nearly empty room. The one thing men can't stand is being alone, and alone in small a small wo...
