Life And Growing Up
February 12th 2012 01:09
Andrew looked to the banks of the river. It was night. There were probably crocodiles in the river itself, and maybe even a snake or two. He could almost imagine them swimming inside of the water, however he wasn't frightened. He felt down, there was a hardship in his life which made the world a rock that served to crunch down on his back. It made him feel stooped and crook.
Andrew wriggled his nose. He didn't care all of a sudden, he wanted to get to the other side.
“That river's going to bed to my will so that I can make it in the wold!” he warred before he jumped into the water, shoes and all.
Andrew swam. He did so in a hurry. He wanted to reach the other side before a creature caught him, before the world caught him. He raced himself with his heartbeat which he felt thumping inside of his brain. He felt like he had a tumour, but he didn't care. He just wanted to swim. He wanted to part the waters so that he knew he could conquer anything. He swam to the other side, and climbed up the muddy marsh. We was wet, dirty, and stinky. However he had made it.
“Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he looked to the water and watched it ripple as though it had had its virginity broken. 'Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he smiled and then wiped his hands all over himself in a vague attempt to dry his wet clothes and skin. “Now I know that I can do anything!” he cheered before he smiled, picked up a rock, and threw it.
The rock plopped into the water, and immediately more ripples began to grow. Andrew smiled, then he tossed his head.
“This is going to be a great year;” he muttered before he waved his hand and moved to walk home.
Andrew walked home. It was a quiet stroll. There was nothing around. No one around. Only sticks and weed. There were also owls that watched. Andrew smiled to the quiet as he walked. He wasn't even afraid. He knew where he was going. It was a straight trek along the bank, and then up a grimy hill. He needed to only use his legs to step, and that was easy.
Andrew walked all the way home. He walked up the garden path, and then he moved inside. Inside of the house the family were still awake.
“He mom, hey dad, hey sis;” he said in a tone that was rather bored despite the fact that he looked as though he had fallen down a ravine.
“You're home;” told his dad as he peered at the mud and the wet.
“I know;” said Andrew.
“In time;” told his dad.
“What for?” said Andrew.
“Bed;” told his dad before he crooked his head.
“Okay;” said Andrew as he grew a bar of hatred inside of his mind.
His jaw crunched. He hated the world. He was always being told what to do! When to wake! When to sleep! When to eat! When to go out for a walk! Nag, nag, nag! He hated the world. He hated home life. He just wanted out!
Andrew quivered as he moved. His mother saw the act, and she narrowed her eyes. His father saw something outside, and he moved to the window to inspect. Andrew shivered as he felt the draft, and he moved to his room.
Andrew tore off his clothes and then he slipped under the covers. He knew he was dirty, but he felt weak all of a sudden. He felt as though he just wanted to sleep. So he tucked himself under the blankets and began to dream. He figured he had just about had a shower anyway, it wasn't until he woke that he thought differently.
Andrew shivered inside of his skin as he rose from his bed. He felt ill. He walked to the bathroom in order to have a shower, and then he jumped in. The water was a gentle warm, and he was able to clean himself. However when he jumped out and looked into the mirror he gasped! He looked like death! There was chill in his blood, on his lips, and on the air. He felt lethargic, and he opened the cupboard in order to quickly drink down some cough syrup.
“Oh my God what's happened?” asked Andrew as he touched his face which seemed a little puffy. “I look like a gross disgusting wreck!” he exclaimed as he gasped. “Like I mated with an alien or something;” he added, before he pocketed the cough syrup and then moved out of the room.
Andrew sat down at the dinner table. It had eggs and pancakes on the table, and he smiled as he stole a bundle. He thought his was hungry, however as soon as his mouth began to chew he felt his neck swell up. He touched it, and thought it might have grown, and as soon as he saw his father he asked if he looked different. His father took one look, jumped inside of his skin, and then he shook his head.
“You look fine, you got school today?” he asked.
“I think I quit school;” muttered Andrew. “I want to work, I got me a job;” he said.
“Not a paper boy was it?” asked his father as he narrowed his eyes. “We have some kind of respect in this household;” he added.
“No;” muttered Andrew as he threw his job interview out inside of his mind.
“Anything but a paper boy;” muttered his father. “That’s the only rule in this household;”
Andrew wrinkled his nose. The rule had just been made up. He hated the rule all of a sudden, but he knew he wouldn't go against it either. Andrew shrugged, and then he smiled before he dug into his food. However after one bite his belly was squirming. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to throw up. Andrew did the only thing he could, he ate quickly. He ignored his throat and stuffed each portion of the breakfast down. After his plate had been cleared, he smiled and walked out of the house. He made it three blocks before he threw up at the base of a tree. Andrew shivered as he looked at the muck, and then he shook.
“Jeese, what was it I ate?” he asked before he swallowed some cough syrup and moved on.
Andrew walked a few blocks. After a while of walking he didn't feel so bad. He just felt tired. He almost wanted to go to bed, but he had to stay out in order to make it look like he was working. He kicked a stone, and it travelled along the road to a corner shop. The shop had help sign in its window, and Andrew walked towards it as though it were a beacon of light.
“Hey there I came about the job;” told Andrew as he looked to the cashier.
“Let me get the manager;” told the cashier.
Andrew shrugged and smiled. He looked around and in front, he could see a range of good items he wanted to own. However he didn't have any money, and so he moved his stare to the person who came out from the back. He was a quirky looking fellow with a bald head and bug eyes, and Andrew almost laughed in his face. However he held it inside.
“I came about the job;” Andrew muttered.
The manager looked Andrew up and down, and then he shook his head.
“I am not looking for help at the moment;' he said.
“But the sign;” told Andrew as he glared.
“No help;” told the manager.
Andrew shook his head, and then he narrowed his eyes.
“Not even for a day?” he asked.
“No;” said the manager before the cashier giggled.
“Ha,ha;” Andrew muttered on a low note. “Ha, ha;” he added, before he walked out of the store.
Andrew walked down the street. He was mad, his mind was hot! He had been disqualified right away, and he hated it. He wondered what it was, he didn't know! There was something about his look, about his clothes. There was something... Andrew gave up. He didn't want to know about it any longer.
“I need a job;” he muttered before he heard a couple of giggles.
Andrew looked to the left and saw a prostitute. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. The prostitute laughed. Then he looked further across and saw some people in a car. One person whistled, and Andrew narrowed his eyes. He looked away, however then the person whistled again and showed a wad of notes. Andrew gulped. He looked at the money and walked. He walked his feet over to the car as though in a trance.
“Hey you can come to party for a while;” muttered the fella with the notes. “These gals won't mind;” he said.
“What do I have to do?” asked Andrew.
“Nothing, just be yourself;” said the fella before he peeled a note and gave it to Andrew.
Andrew smiled and then he hopped into the car. He felt as though he were diving into the pool. The people were nice and they wanted to give him money. Money for hanging around. Andrew smiled, and then he smiled again as he was given a wine glass with alcohol. He didn't even want to say he didn't drink. He just downed the whole glass, and then he smiled as he let the new world buzz inside of him.
Andrew walked home with whistles on his tone. He had money in his pocket, and a new shirt and pants on. He felt great. He felt on top of the world. The people had been nice, and they had talked to him freely. He had listened until his mind began to crack, and then he watched as everyone drank. Sooner or later they had begun to become drowsy, and that's when the person who was paying him placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks for the company;” he muttered as he smiled and then placed the last of the wad inside of Andrews hand. “Take the money and go home;” he said.
“Thanks!” told Andrew as he smiled and began to take off his new shirt.
“Go home with your new clothes, you earned it;” told the fella.
“Thanks!” said Andrew before he smiled and walked out the door.
Andrew laughed at the memory, and then he moved inside the house. His parents were watching television, and as they looked to him their eyes looked black and stoned. Andrew smiled, and then he showed them a note.
“I got paid;” he muttered in a tone that was filled with some bubbles.
“You look different;” said his father.
“I know;” told Andrew before he flicked the note his way. “I got paid;” he added once again before he moved to his room.
Andrew looked to his room and smiled. It seemed drab and cold, however he grew comfort from it. He took off his clothes and moved to his bed. It wasn't until he hit the mattress that he realised that he had been wanting to drop. He fell asleep right away, and it wasn't until he woke to a range of CPR movements that he realised he had dropped dead.
“What the hell happened?” asked Andrew as he felt his chest.
“I don't know, you stopped breathing;” told his father as he panted and then backed away.
Andrew felt his body. He felt a murmur but he felt the same.
“You look different;” told his father. “I don't know, are you just growing?” he asked.
“I don't know;” told Andrew. “I don't feel different;” he muttered.
“Are you sure?” asked his father as he shook inside of his skin.
Andrew shook his head. As he did he felt a ring around it. He touched it, and it seemed a little sore. It felt as though he had been strangled, and he didn't like it. Andrew looked to his father who glared at him. His eyes were large, and they looked funny. It was the first time Andrew felt a threat, and he shrivelled inside before he began to roll in order to get back to his bed. Andrew pushed himself inside of the blankets, and then he tucked them up to his chin. He definitely felt something strange, and the way his father lingered he was not sure if he should ever fall asleep.
Andrew walked the street the next day. He wanted to find someone to take him home. However he found no one. He hung around all the prostitute zones for ages, and he found nothing. It was all empty.
“What is there a war?” he asked before he kicked a stone and moved on.
Andrew felt his legs shiver at sundown. The air was cool, and as he looked around he saw only empty streets. Andrew shrugged. He knew he should go home, however he didn't want to. He had woken up with that strange sensation, and it made him feel lost. It were as though he were a moth waiting to head towards a trap. He didn't want to go home any longer.
Andrew looked around him and sighed. He knew he was going to head on home sooner or later. He just hated to.
“This is dumb;” Andrew muttered before a door opened behind him.
Out came a female with glasses. She shivered as she felt a weight become bumped, and then she shivered again as she saw Andrew as he turned around. The female glared at Andrew and smiled. Andrew wanted to scowl, however he felt his heartbeat mutter and he too smiled.
“You looking for company?” he asked in a manner that was supposed to invite.
“You look sick;” told the female as she smiled. “What deathbed have you woken from?” she then asked.
“I don't know;” told Andrew as he shrugged. “You got a car, we could go for a ride;” he said in an almost smooth tone.
“That's a nice voice;” told the female as she giggled. “You should stop sweet talking;” she added. “You could turn into a gentleman;” she said.
“Okay;” told Andrew as he looked around his shoulder as the female walked to the nearby bin and tossed some papers out.
“You look too sick to take anywhere;” told the female as she smiled. “You go to bed and rest;” she added before she moved to her car and hopped inside.
Andrew looked to the car. It was a nice little number. He wished he were going inside of it too. However he wasn't. The female had started the car, and she had begun to drive. Andrew watched as she made her getaway. He then shrugged.
“Well thanks for the moon;” he muttered before he chuckled and walked home.
Andrew walked inside. His parents were gossiping in the kitchen. He looked to them and then he shrugged. He then moved to his room and sat. He felt as though he were in a jail. He felt all jittery inside of his skin. He waited as though he were waiting for something to change. Then after while he saw the door creak open. He looked to his father, and then he watched as his father closed the door without saying a word. Andrew gasped as he felt his heartbeat bump. There was something wrong! He didn't know what!
Andrew walked outside. He wandered around for a whole day. However his feet didn't have to walk forever. He moved to the place where he had met the female the day before. However his eyes didn't find her or the car. Andrew shrugged. He then kicked a stone, and moved to head on home. As he did he bumped into a music store, and he brought himself a cheap guitar with the money he had taken in order to ask the female onto a date if he found her. Andrew carried the guitar home. Then he moved inside with it. As soon as he entered the house his father stood. Andrew looked to him as he watched his father hiss.
“I brought me a guitar;” Andrew muttered as his father began to threaten him behind his black blank eyes.
“You keep walking;” told his father.
Andrew walked to his room. What he didn't know was that his father had just asked him to leave the house.
Andrew fell asleep. He fell into a dream where he was playing the guitar. In the middle of the night he woke up with it inside of his hands. He had left it at the door when he had gone to bed. Andrew shivered as he looked left and right. He didn't know why it was inside of his hands, but he was freaked out.
Andrew threw the guitar to the floor and then he shrivelled inside of his skin. He looked to the door, and after staring long enough he saw that the door was open a crack. Andrew began to sob inside of his chest as an awful sensation rose.
Andrew sat inside the next day. He wanted to practise. He had gotten up early that morning in order to watch the people on the television play heir guitars. After speculating he began to understand how it was played. So he moved to his room and began to fiddle. He fiddled for a long time until the sound came out good, then he continued to fiddle until he was able to play a song.
The next day Andrew walked down the street. He walked and walked, and eventually he found a singing store. He walked inside and said he wanted to make a record in a booth. The female blinked and said okay. Adam then walked into the booth and began to sing. He sang, and then when it was done he paid the cost of the record. It was simple.
“I should make ten of these;” he muttered as he saw the small record inside of his fingers.
“Well if you want to make a career then I would be glad to take your CD as a demo;” told the female. “We hire singers too to sing at places all over the country;” she muttered. “If you like I can see if you have hope;” she added.
“So you take my record and toss it around as an interview?” asked Andrew.
“Yes, something like that;” said the female as she smiled.
“Okay;” told Andrew. “But I'll get it back right?” he asked.
“Yes;” said the female with the smile. “Just come back in a few days;”
“Okay;” said Andrew before he smiled and left.
Andrew whistled and walked home. He couldn't believe his luck! He was going to be a singer! He walked inside the house, and there he met his mother and father as they stood there like ghosts in a corner.
“Hello;” told Andrew as he looked to the two. “What's with the sweat? You found a skull?” he questioned.
“You've been drafted;” said his mother.
“Where's your guitar?” asked his father.
His mother held out an envelope as Andrew wiped his hands on his pockets. He must have left the guitar at the store. Andrew shook his head over his forgetfulness, and then he looked to the envelope.
“So? Burn it;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes. “It's just paper;” he said.
“It's a government order;” told his mother as she looked to him searchingly.
“So?” asked Andrew as he shrugged. “I don't want to be drafted, people die in war;” he said.
“It's a government order;” told his mother.
“Oh yea?” questioned Andrew as he narrowed his eyes. “Look! See if you can catch me!” he warred before he slipped out of the house and ran.
Andrew walked along the street. He had steam in his shoes. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to war no matter the cost. He needed to start fresh! Andrew walked out of the inner city and towards the hills. His blood was red. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew it wasn't to war!
Andrew wriggled his nose. He didn't care all of a sudden, he wanted to get to the other side.
“That river's going to bed to my will so that I can make it in the wold!” he warred before he jumped into the water, shoes and all.
Andrew swam. He did so in a hurry. He wanted to reach the other side before a creature caught him, before the world caught him. He raced himself with his heartbeat which he felt thumping inside of his brain. He felt like he had a tumour, but he didn't care. He just wanted to swim. He wanted to part the waters so that he knew he could conquer anything. He swam to the other side, and climbed up the muddy marsh. We was wet, dirty, and stinky. However he had made it.
“Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he looked to the water and watched it ripple as though it had had its virginity broken. 'Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he smiled and then wiped his hands all over himself in a vague attempt to dry his wet clothes and skin. “Now I know that I can do anything!” he cheered before he smiled, picked up a rock, and threw it.
The rock plopped into the water, and immediately more ripples began to grow. Andrew smiled, then he tossed his head.
“This is going to be a great year;” he muttered before he waved his hand and moved to walk home.
Andrew walked home. It was a quiet stroll. There was nothing around. No one around. Only sticks and weed. There were also owls that watched. Andrew smiled to the quiet as he walked. He wasn't even afraid. He knew where he was going. It was a straight trek along the bank, and then up a grimy hill. He needed to only use his legs to step, and that was easy.
Andrew walked all the way home. He walked up the garden path, and then he moved inside. Inside of the house the family were still awake.
“He mom, hey dad, hey sis;” he said in a tone that was rather bored despite the fact that he looked as though he had fallen down a ravine.
“You're home;” told his dad as he peered at the mud and the wet.
“I know;” said Andrew.
“In time;” told his dad.
“What for?” said Andrew.
“Bed;” told his dad before he crooked his head.
“Okay;” said Andrew as he grew a bar of hatred inside of his mind.
His jaw crunched. He hated the world. He was always being told what to do! When to wake! When to sleep! When to eat! When to go out for a walk! Nag, nag, nag! He hated the world. He hated home life. He just wanted out!
Andrew quivered as he moved. His mother saw the act, and she narrowed her eyes. His father saw something outside, and he moved to the window to inspect. Andrew shivered as he felt the draft, and he moved to his room.
Andrew tore off his clothes and then he slipped under the covers. He knew he was dirty, but he felt weak all of a sudden. He felt as though he just wanted to sleep. So he tucked himself under the blankets and began to dream. He figured he had just about had a shower anyway, it wasn't until he woke that he thought differently.
Andrew shivered inside of his skin as he rose from his bed. He felt ill. He walked to the bathroom in order to have a shower, and then he jumped in. The water was a gentle warm, and he was able to clean himself. However when he jumped out and looked into the mirror he gasped! He looked like death! There was chill in his blood, on his lips, and on the air. He felt lethargic, and he opened the cupboard in order to quickly drink down some cough syrup.
“Oh my God what's happened?” asked Andrew as he touched his face which seemed a little puffy. “I look like a gross disgusting wreck!” he exclaimed as he gasped. “Like I mated with an alien or something;” he added, before he pocketed the cough syrup and then moved out of the room.
Andrew sat down at the dinner table. It had eggs and pancakes on the table, and he smiled as he stole a bundle. He thought his was hungry, however as soon as his mouth began to chew he felt his neck swell up. He touched it, and thought it might have grown, and as soon as he saw his father he asked if he looked different. His father took one look, jumped inside of his skin, and then he shook his head.
“You look fine, you got school today?” he asked.
“I think I quit school;” muttered Andrew. “I want to work, I got me a job;” he said.
“Not a paper boy was it?” asked his father as he narrowed his eyes. “We have some kind of respect in this household;” he added.
“No;” muttered Andrew as he threw his job interview out inside of his mind.
“Anything but a paper boy;” muttered his father. “That’s the only rule in this household;”
Andrew wrinkled his nose. The rule had just been made up. He hated the rule all of a sudden, but he knew he wouldn't go against it either. Andrew shrugged, and then he smiled before he dug into his food. However after one bite his belly was squirming. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to throw up. Andrew did the only thing he could, he ate quickly. He ignored his throat and stuffed each portion of the breakfast down. After his plate had been cleared, he smiled and walked out of the house. He made it three blocks before he threw up at the base of a tree. Andrew shivered as he looked at the muck, and then he shook.
“Jeese, what was it I ate?” he asked before he swallowed some cough syrup and moved on.
Andrew walked a few blocks. After a while of walking he didn't feel so bad. He just felt tired. He almost wanted to go to bed, but he had to stay out in order to make it look like he was working. He kicked a stone, and it travelled along the road to a corner shop. The shop had help sign in its window, and Andrew walked towards it as though it were a beacon of light.
“Hey there I came about the job;” told Andrew as he looked to the cashier.
“Let me get the manager;” told the cashier.
Andrew shrugged and smiled. He looked around and in front, he could see a range of good items he wanted to own. However he didn't have any money, and so he moved his stare to the person who came out from the back. He was a quirky looking fellow with a bald head and bug eyes, and Andrew almost laughed in his face. However he held it inside.
“I came about the job;” Andrew muttered.
The manager looked Andrew up and down, and then he shook his head.
“I am not looking for help at the moment;' he said.
“But the sign;” told Andrew as he glared.
“No help;” told the manager.
Andrew shook his head, and then he narrowed his eyes.
“Not even for a day?” he asked.
“No;” said the manager before the cashier giggled.
“Ha,ha;” Andrew muttered on a low note. “Ha, ha;” he added, before he walked out of the store.
Andrew walked down the street. He was mad, his mind was hot! He had been disqualified right away, and he hated it. He wondered what it was, he didn't know! There was something about his look, about his clothes. There was something... Andrew gave up. He didn't want to know about it any longer.
“I need a job;” he muttered before he heard a couple of giggles.
Andrew looked to the left and saw a prostitute. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. The prostitute laughed. Then he looked further across and saw some people in a car. One person whistled, and Andrew narrowed his eyes. He looked away, however then the person whistled again and showed a wad of notes. Andrew gulped. He looked at the money and walked. He walked his feet over to the car as though in a trance.
“Hey you can come to party for a while;” muttered the fella with the notes. “These gals won't mind;” he said.
“What do I have to do?” asked Andrew.
“Nothing, just be yourself;” said the fella before he peeled a note and gave it to Andrew.
Andrew smiled and then he hopped into the car. He felt as though he were diving into the pool. The people were nice and they wanted to give him money. Money for hanging around. Andrew smiled, and then he smiled again as he was given a wine glass with alcohol. He didn't even want to say he didn't drink. He just downed the whole glass, and then he smiled as he let the new world buzz inside of him.
Andrew walked home with whistles on his tone. He had money in his pocket, and a new shirt and pants on. He felt great. He felt on top of the world. The people had been nice, and they had talked to him freely. He had listened until his mind began to crack, and then he watched as everyone drank. Sooner or later they had begun to become drowsy, and that's when the person who was paying him placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks for the company;” he muttered as he smiled and then placed the last of the wad inside of Andrews hand. “Take the money and go home;” he said.
“Thanks!” told Andrew as he smiled and began to take off his new shirt.
“Go home with your new clothes, you earned it;” told the fella.
“Thanks!” said Andrew before he smiled and walked out the door.
Andrew laughed at the memory, and then he moved inside the house. His parents were watching television, and as they looked to him their eyes looked black and stoned. Andrew smiled, and then he showed them a note.
“I got paid;” he muttered in a tone that was filled with some bubbles.
“You look different;” said his father.
“I know;” told Andrew before he flicked the note his way. “I got paid;” he added once again before he moved to his room.
Andrew looked to his room and smiled. It seemed drab and cold, however he grew comfort from it. He took off his clothes and moved to his bed. It wasn't until he hit the mattress that he realised that he had been wanting to drop. He fell asleep right away, and it wasn't until he woke to a range of CPR movements that he realised he had dropped dead.
“What the hell happened?” asked Andrew as he felt his chest.
“I don't know, you stopped breathing;” told his father as he panted and then backed away.
Andrew felt his body. He felt a murmur but he felt the same.
“You look different;” told his father. “I don't know, are you just growing?” he asked.
“I don't know;” told Andrew. “I don't feel different;” he muttered.
“Are you sure?” asked his father as he shook inside of his skin.
Andrew shook his head. As he did he felt a ring around it. He touched it, and it seemed a little sore. It felt as though he had been strangled, and he didn't like it. Andrew looked to his father who glared at him. His eyes were large, and they looked funny. It was the first time Andrew felt a threat, and he shrivelled inside before he began to roll in order to get back to his bed. Andrew pushed himself inside of the blankets, and then he tucked them up to his chin. He definitely felt something strange, and the way his father lingered he was not sure if he should ever fall asleep.
Andrew walked the street the next day. He wanted to find someone to take him home. However he found no one. He hung around all the prostitute zones for ages, and he found nothing. It was all empty.
“What is there a war?” he asked before he kicked a stone and moved on.
Andrew felt his legs shiver at sundown. The air was cool, and as he looked around he saw only empty streets. Andrew shrugged. He knew he should go home, however he didn't want to. He had woken up with that strange sensation, and it made him feel lost. It were as though he were a moth waiting to head towards a trap. He didn't want to go home any longer.
Andrew looked around him and sighed. He knew he was going to head on home sooner or later. He just hated to.
“This is dumb;” Andrew muttered before a door opened behind him.
Out came a female with glasses. She shivered as she felt a weight become bumped, and then she shivered again as she saw Andrew as he turned around. The female glared at Andrew and smiled. Andrew wanted to scowl, however he felt his heartbeat mutter and he too smiled.
“You looking for company?” he asked in a manner that was supposed to invite.
“You look sick;” told the female as she smiled. “What deathbed have you woken from?” she then asked.
“I don't know;” told Andrew as he shrugged. “You got a car, we could go for a ride;” he said in an almost smooth tone.
“That's a nice voice;” told the female as she giggled. “You should stop sweet talking;” she added. “You could turn into a gentleman;” she said.
“Okay;” told Andrew as he looked around his shoulder as the female walked to the nearby bin and tossed some papers out.
“You look too sick to take anywhere;” told the female as she smiled. “You go to bed and rest;” she added before she moved to her car and hopped inside.
Andrew looked to the car. It was a nice little number. He wished he were going inside of it too. However he wasn't. The female had started the car, and she had begun to drive. Andrew watched as she made her getaway. He then shrugged.
“Well thanks for the moon;” he muttered before he chuckled and walked home.
Andrew walked inside. His parents were gossiping in the kitchen. He looked to them and then he shrugged. He then moved to his room and sat. He felt as though he were in a jail. He felt all jittery inside of his skin. He waited as though he were waiting for something to change. Then after while he saw the door creak open. He looked to his father, and then he watched as his father closed the door without saying a word. Andrew gasped as he felt his heartbeat bump. There was something wrong! He didn't know what!
Andrew walked outside. He wandered around for a whole day. However his feet didn't have to walk forever. He moved to the place where he had met the female the day before. However his eyes didn't find her or the car. Andrew shrugged. He then kicked a stone, and moved to head on home. As he did he bumped into a music store, and he brought himself a cheap guitar with the money he had taken in order to ask the female onto a date if he found her. Andrew carried the guitar home. Then he moved inside with it. As soon as he entered the house his father stood. Andrew looked to him as he watched his father hiss.
“I brought me a guitar;” Andrew muttered as his father began to threaten him behind his black blank eyes.
“You keep walking;” told his father.
Andrew walked to his room. What he didn't know was that his father had just asked him to leave the house.
Andrew fell asleep. He fell into a dream where he was playing the guitar. In the middle of the night he woke up with it inside of his hands. He had left it at the door when he had gone to bed. Andrew shivered as he looked left and right. He didn't know why it was inside of his hands, but he was freaked out.
Andrew threw the guitar to the floor and then he shrivelled inside of his skin. He looked to the door, and after staring long enough he saw that the door was open a crack. Andrew began to sob inside of his chest as an awful sensation rose.
Andrew sat inside the next day. He wanted to practise. He had gotten up early that morning in order to watch the people on the television play heir guitars. After speculating he began to understand how it was played. So he moved to his room and began to fiddle. He fiddled for a long time until the sound came out good, then he continued to fiddle until he was able to play a song.
The next day Andrew walked down the street. He walked and walked, and eventually he found a singing store. He walked inside and said he wanted to make a record in a booth. The female blinked and said okay. Adam then walked into the booth and began to sing. He sang, and then when it was done he paid the cost of the record. It was simple.
“I should make ten of these;” he muttered as he saw the small record inside of his fingers.
“Well if you want to make a career then I would be glad to take your CD as a demo;” told the female. “We hire singers too to sing at places all over the country;” she muttered. “If you like I can see if you have hope;” she added.
“So you take my record and toss it around as an interview?” asked Andrew.
“Yes, something like that;” said the female as she smiled.
“Okay;” told Andrew. “But I'll get it back right?” he asked.
“Yes;” said the female with the smile. “Just come back in a few days;”
“Okay;” said Andrew before he smiled and left.
Andrew whistled and walked home. He couldn't believe his luck! He was going to be a singer! He walked inside the house, and there he met his mother and father as they stood there like ghosts in a corner.
“Hello;” told Andrew as he looked to the two. “What's with the sweat? You found a skull?” he questioned.
“You've been drafted;” said his mother.
“Where's your guitar?” asked his father.
His mother held out an envelope as Andrew wiped his hands on his pockets. He must have left the guitar at the store. Andrew shook his head over his forgetfulness, and then he looked to the envelope.
“So? Burn it;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes. “It's just paper;” he said.
“It's a government order;” told his mother as she looked to him searchingly.
“So?” asked Andrew as he shrugged. “I don't want to be drafted, people die in war;” he said.
“It's a government order;” told his mother.
“Oh yea?” questioned Andrew as he narrowed his eyes. “Look! See if you can catch me!” he warred before he slipped out of the house and ran.
Andrew walked along the street. He had steam in his shoes. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to war no matter the cost. He needed to start fresh! Andrew walked out of the inner city and towards the hills. His blood was red. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew it wasn't to war!
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