Oh my god. I'm tired and bored and I don't have a lot to say. School starts tomorrow I have to catch the bus at the top of the hill at seven. I hope I'm not late on the first day....picture day is Friday I think so I have to get meh hair done. The Voices lives are going smoothly for the most part. I'll update you all on that later maybe. Right now I want to write about something. It's a story ideal that is quickly unraveling. Here's my idea:
A little boy, about the age of six is standing at his front screen door in the middle of a terrible lightning storm. His mother is out at work and he is waiting for her patiently to return. Eventually he goes to bed without her and hopes in the morning she will have come home. But when he wakes, his mother is no where to be found. Days go by and the boy sees a car crash on the news, and a picture of his mother beside it. Unable to read and not quite comprehending the announcers words he figures she had something to do with the accident. The little boy is undiscovered for three years, living of the money and food that was left, the continuing checks that are sent to the house from welfare, child support and some other government branches. One day the boy is discovered by a neighboring cocaine addict and is sold for money. The rest of the story is how the little boy survives, from his point of view, and his travels. There's more but if I write this I don't want to spoil the ending for you.
So what do you think? I might write it and I might not. Sounds kind of weird to me. I'm supposed to be editing and updating A Touch Of Poison, but I'm burnt out. Maybe later....Anywayz check you out in a quick minute peace.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Yes, actually, I am scared to start school tomorrow.