Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-2240864-20140612204744

I'm working on something important. Something very dangerous and important. If you can guess what this is, you're an winners. Of all the things. Every one of them. Forever. Here goes the things that I am doing that you read with your eyes and go make the tears of joyterror:

“Run little sissy run! Jay, when we catch you, you’re dead!”

This was the mantra being spat toward young Jay as he ran for his life back home. Since moving into a new state, a new city, new neighborhood, and a new school, Jay’s life had been privately miserable. Despite the fact that he was chased and beaten at school and after, his mother refused to believe that his classmates would be so cruel to such a sweet boy.

“Mom! Help!” Jay screamed as he flung the front door open and tumbled headfirst into the living room.

“Your friends playing tag again, I see?” his mother responded from the kitchen. “I watched you run up the street. Looks like you won, sweetie.”

Jay sighed, not wishing to fight that battle again. He let the scene just play out in his head as he trudged toward his room, his backpack dragging on the floor.

''They were chasing me. Oh honey you have such an overactive imagination. Why do you constantly need to lie like that? No one would hurt my baby boy. But mom you don’t understand. Honey if you can’t tell me the truth and stop fibbing you can go back to your room until you can tell me the truth. Fine then, they were playing a game. Happy? Yes, now get washed up my little dreamer.'' 