The Lost Boy

The Lost Boy

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One day, after his parents arguing, he heard his step mother tell his father that they cant afford to take care of them anymore and should drop them off in a park later that night. His father done just that late that night, he knows he will miss his children very much. Later that morning, he woke up to the twisted, classic, and broken sound of an ice cream truck. Of course it woke his little brother and sister up also. His brother and sister ran right for the truck without a second to waste. He walks up to the man in the truck to pay for the ice cream but only to find the ice cream man pull out a gun and whisper to him" i will give you 3 hours, or else you will be just like my last customers" he said making an evil smirk. He ran away grabbing both of his siblings hands and ran off quickly. "Where are we going?, What are you doing?" They asked. "No time to explain kids, ill tell you later, first we have to find out where we are." Theg found an old church and decided to lay low.
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