KEmberton

If I asked you for a joke, you could tell me the funniest ringer you heard someone tell last week. But could you tell me what your red watering eyes feel like after you stay up until sunrise laughing with your friends over stories you’ll never remember and games you can’t ever forget? If I asked you about friendship, you could tell me about a kid you knew when you were young who would let you play with his G.I. Joes after school. But could you tell me what it’s like to hold a childhood pet on your lap as you let the veterinarian inject him with something and he looks up into your eyes with more love than any human ever could

Hee’ahs yo paypas. Dun foghet thee asy’mut iz ohn tha Kale’ lee. I grab my paper and make my way out of the room, hoping I understood where to find tomorrow’s work. Ay, Kaydee, yoo ‘kay? Sum of os wuz heddin entoo toun fow uh drenk. Yoo wa’a coum alung? Oh no, that’s okay. Thanks anyway. I have a paper that I need to start working on. See ya tomorrow though. Yaa uhkay, cheeyas.

 The forest is dark and dangerous. It holds secrets that only time herself remembers. The forest is where monsters, beasts, and evil men come from. The forest is not a place for little boys. But, as mother has told me, I am not a little boy anymore; I am a young man. Young men go to the forest to hunt for dinner; young men go to the forest to make their living; and young men do not fear the dark or the monsters that live there. It has been cold, and the longer Father is away, the less food we have to eat. Father left into the forest towards town two weeks ago, and now Mother and I are too cold and too hungry to wait for him any longer. Moth