Not So Little
Broken Boy
Emma's Pov.
Okay so I made up my mind on a few options the sign might be! Emma+Nick+4=4ever, Emma+Niall+4=Family and lastly Emma+Niall+4=Friends. Or something alone the lines of Emma+Niall+4=Friends for never. You know. Since I hate them. Well I think I hate them. And they think I hate them. So yeah those are my reasons. I happily skipped down the side walk listening to The Little Things. Yeah I know I'm weird for listening to their music after 13 years worth of nothingness. But it keeps me sane for the mos par- well a bit of the time. I use to record fragments of what they sang out, so when i was lonely I could put them together and make them 'talk' to me. Yeah I am a lonely child. Oh well. And actually I wasn't lonely as much as you might think. I had this one friend in 2 grade. Her name was Vicky. But she left me and became one of the many bitches of school. She said she would never be like them, and the first time she had the chance too be. She became one and broke her lie. Yes it is now another lie to me. Just to make me feel loved. And then broken just like my heart. Oops I'm blabbering too myself. "Excuse me miss." I looked at a girl around 8. "Yes darling?" "Do you have any money? I need to take care of my brother. And he is sick." I nodded. "Actually lead me too him. I can help." She just smiled warmly before taking my hand and leading me into an alley. There was a dark shadowy figure curled up in the corner. And a faint cough coming from it. "Griff this lady is gonna help us." He tried his best to stand up. He was about 4. My age when the first couple died. "he-hello" his voice cracked. And sounded dry. "Can you come out of the shadows I want to see your beautiful face." He sounded like he wanted to cry. "It not beautiful!" He stepped out of the shadows. His right eye was a dark purple. His lip busted with dry blood crusted beneath his lip and stained on his shirt. And a cut on his cheek. Maybe an inch long.
My god what happened too you little lad?!? I guess I had been thinking out loud. because he replied. Please don't tell me you were beatin! "My dad hit me." I can't stand here and look at him. I knelt beside the girl with open arms. Coco was busy licking the girls hands. She stood there smiling and giggling and the foolish dogs behavior. Griff, the boy I presume his full to be Griffin, wobbled over to me unevenly. He looked broken, more then me. I need to help them out. I NEED too!
Okay so I made up my mind on a few options the sign might be! Emma+Nick+4=4ever, Emma+Niall+4=Family and lastly Emma+Niall+4=Friends. Or something alone the lines of Emma+Niall+4=Friends for never. You know. Since I hate them. Well I think I hate them. And they think I hate them. So yeah those are my reasons. I happily skipped down the side walk listening to The Little Things. Yeah I know I'm weird for listening to their music after 13 years worth of nothingness. But it keeps me sane for the mos par- well a bit of the time. I use to record fragments of what they sang out, so when i was lonely I could put them together and make them 'talk' to me. Yeah I am a lonely child. Oh well. And actually I wasn't lonely as much as you might think. I had this one friend in 2 grade. Her name was Vicky. But she left me and became one of the many bitches of school. She said she would never be like them, and the first time she had the chance too be. She became one and broke her lie. Yes it is now another lie to me. Just to make me feel loved. And then broken just like my heart. Oops I'm blabbering too myself. "Excuse me miss." I looked at a girl around 8. "Yes darling?" "Do you have any money? I need to take care of my brother. And he is sick." I nodded. "Actually lead me too him. I can help." She just smiled warmly before taking my hand and leading me into an alley. There was a dark shadowy figure curled up in the corner. And a faint cough coming from it. "Griff this lady is gonna help us." He tried his best to stand up. He was about 4. My age when the first couple died. "he-hello" his voice cracked. And sounded dry. "Can you come out of the shadows I want to see your beautiful face." He sounded like he wanted to cry. "It not beautiful!" He stepped out of the shadows. His right eye was a dark purple. His lip busted with dry blood crusted beneath his lip and stained on his shirt. And a cut on his cheek. Maybe an inch long.
My god what happened too you little lad?!? I guess I had been thinking out loud. because he replied. Please don't tell me you were beatin! "My dad hit me." I can't stand here and look at him. I knelt beside the girl with open arms. Coco was busy licking the girls hands. She stood there smiling and giggling and the foolish dogs behavior. Griff, the boy I presume his full to be Griffin, wobbled over to me unevenly. He looked broken, more then me. I need to help them out. I NEED too!
Notes
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Here's a few things to think about:
1)Who beat him?
2)Which of those 3 options are true?
3)Why do you think they are on the streets; how did they get there?
4)Will she adopt them?
5) Does Nick have a dirty little secret?
11/1/13