Growing Up: A Narrative Fiction

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When I heard the words “ He has no mother. He has no skates “ I felt like shattering glass as I realized that Jerry lied to me. As I snapped out of it I told the lady what way did you see him go last. She replied “ I don't know “ I ran outside yelling his name like a crazy psychopath. As I thought of the many places he would go to I remembered he liked the pink and white bloomed laurel.

As I rushed to the laurel a cool icy stroke of breeze hit me. Then I saw the yellow bright sun setting and the blue and pink sky. I saw a shadow and ran to it. My face lit up and tears came down as I saw him sleeping on top of a maple tree. He was on a branch holding the white gloves. Then I asked myself “why? Why was he holding the gloves? …show more content…
There was no more sun only the white glowing moon with beams of light hitting the ground on the dark black sky. Then he woke up he saw me and and there was complete silence. As we stared at each other an orange leaf landed on his lap. He jumped down and we talked he cried and I felt like crying but I didn't then I asked him “Are you okay? What happened?”, he didn't respond and gave me this look that was awfully mean. I knew he was sad and he wanted to come with me. I asked him if he would like to come with me on my adventure to write more stories. I asked him if he would like for me to adopt …show more content…
We started walking to the cabin we were then I asked him”Why were you on the tree? why are u holding the gloves? “ He replied “I was on the tree because i wanted to see what was beyond the laurel if there was anything more besides the laurel and i'm holding the gloves so i can give them to you I knew you were going to come so I brought the gloves to give them to you. Then it happened i was trembling down in fear when i realised IT WAS ALL A DREAM. I was shocked i couldn't believe this what does this mean i told

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