Kawaiiwaffle801 Histoires

Newspaper article: Toy Terror  Recently there have been a series of explosions around the city revolving some kind of children's toy. Many parents of the victims have mentioned a mysterious man selling the contraptions. Nobody knows his name so they call him, "The Solicitor"...  I grew up in a small town in Orlando, Florida. Living with my parents was a hassle, causing me to get a job at the young age of 14. The only job available for a child my age was a babysitter, watching over children in the 3-10 year old range.  One thing I surely remember. I was babysitting a young boy named Kevin Barnes. He was a temperamental child who didn't want to listen to what anyone Saudi  One night in particular Kevin was even more uncooperative than normal. He ran around the house, half naked, refusing to get in the bath.  I chased after him in a fume. I had already had a bad day, fighting with my parents about the bills and taxes. In my angered state I grabbed a jump rope, trying to use it a

As a young child, my life wasn't the greatest. An abusive father was the main cause. Even in the mornings with a small muffin, he would smack it away. Making me eat off the dirt covered floor of out country home. The country side of Texas is okay, depending on who you're with or how long you're there. I've lived there my whole life, growing custom to the chores and everyday life there. My mother who I failed to mention earlier, is an alcoholic, traveling from city to city. She's never home so it's easy for me to forget she still exists. Early in the mornings I would often go outside to get away from my barbaric life. A girl around my age would often stumble near my house, she told me her name was Rose. She had a friend named Richard, her family thought he was imaginary, but we both saw him. After he arrived in her life, she only came twice and I never saw her again.