As soon as dad comes home from work, i run down the stairs taking them two at a time, cover the page with my hand, so he can't read it, but allow a gap so his name shows.
"Dad, what does this say?"
He looks to me, a question staring to form on his lips, but i just shove it in front of him.
"Uh, is this another one of your spelling questions, because you know i can't spell...
"dad! I say, just say the name" I say frustrated.\
"Okay okay! It says..."
I hear nothing.
"Say it again," I tell him.
I hear nothing.
I turn away grab my diary, hastily mumbled a thankyou to dad, and sprinted back up the stairs.
I sure was sprinting lots.
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The Boy with No Name
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