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Damien Fier Ch. 2Chapter 2; Moonlight Disappearances
Its been seven years since the night Tyson left the village. Lucas and I havent heard from him since, and in those seven years so much has changed. I was no longer a boy, I was a young man.
I was taller now, but more slender. My sight weakened and now I wear glasses. I let my dark hair grow and now it rest in the middle of my back. Mother and father hate it. But I stay in my room almost all the time now so I dont get much grief from them anymore.
Mother had another child, a baby girl named Samantha. Samantha was one of two twins, but the other baby girl died in her crib five days after she was born. My parents couldnt take the grief and started drinking heavily.
With both of my parents constantly drunk, I raised my little sister now. Shes almost four years old now, and shes beautiful. She has mothers blonde hair, but mine and my fathers green eyes.
Using my fathers position, I got a seat in the Ki
Damien Fier Ch. 1Chapter 1; A Kiss Goodbye
It was a hot summer day in our little town in the south of France. Growing up, it was expected for every boy in the village to become a part of this adolescent gang of hunters. My best friends Tyson and Lucas were much older than I and they were already in the hunting gang.
Tyson joined and ran the hunting party for five years. Now he was almost 17 and soon he would be leaving the gang shortly after his 18th birthday. Lucas is only 12 and would stay in the pack until after he became a man, so the two of us would be in together.
Myself, being only 10, I was just joining the hunt. But even at this young age I already knew I didnt want to become a hunter like the other boys my age. I preferred reading a good book or writing poetry as opposed to finding a large stick and chasing after a fox or two, and my father preferred for me to study the bibles with him.
My father is the head bishop of the Catholic Church here in France and my mother is a homemaker. Due
Special FriendIf there's someone you can talk to,
someone no one can replace;
If there is someone you can laugh with,
'till the tears run down your face;
If there's someone you can call on,
when you need a helping hand;
If there's someone you can count on,
to advise & understand;
If there's someone you think more of,
as each year comes to its end;
You're a very lucky person, for you've found a Special Friend
Old Wounds...I was never good enough to please you....
When ever i accomplished something,
you always found a way to make me feel
less than inferior
When he hit a home run,
you scooped him up in your arms
and held him close
When I did, you told me I was in the way
When he had bad dreams,
you stayed with him even after he fell asleep again
and held him in your arms
When I did, you said stop being a baby
He made you a birthday card
and you hung it up on the fridge,
While you threw mine in the trash and said stop wasting paper
When ever you went out you took him with you,
and left me all alone to fend for myself
I never noticed before, because I was use to it
But the sad thing was, I was use to it
Because i know now it wasn't just you who treated me this way
It was the rest of your family too
The day you walked out the door,
He cried and begged why.
You told him it wasn't his fault,
Then you turned your back to me and walked out...
Ten years go by and I grew up, not missing you.
You left us and starte
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