the special stone

The special stone

 

 

 

 

There was a boy who use to be more ordinary until what had happened to him. It was just another day for him. Bullies at school, teachers yelling at him and just things that were not needed that only really made his day harder for him than it needed to be.

He had to walk home again because he missed the bus after school again. He kicked a can down the sidewalk as he sadly walked home. Then anger rose in him and he kicked the can and sent it sailing through the air. It landed across the road. But before it did a small stone fell out of it and landed at his feet.

He picked it up and examined it. It seemed to him like just a stupid red shiny stone. He wasn’t paying attention while he was looking at it and walking and he stumbled and fell face first into the dirt. And he was so angry that that had happened because he was looking at that stone. And that’s when it happened.

The stone grew in his hands right before his eyes to twice the size from when it fell out of the can. He looked at it in amazement and wondered how that had happened. He was stuck in aw at what that stupid little stone had done. He stood up, put it in his pocket and ran home.

He burst through the front door only to find his mother waiting in the living room for him. She was silent and just looked at him for a moment, then suddenly started screaming at him for things he did and was doing wrong. Then his father came in and started helping her scold him. He fought his tears and anger but both got the best of him. He cried and ran to his room where he could b alone.

His eyes were wet and gilled with anger. Nothing had been going right for months and today was no different. He still had the stone. He flung it against the wall because of his anger and saw it grow seven times larger than it previously was.

The phone rang downstairs and his mother answered. It was his teacher. He overheard them discussing his schoolwork and bad grades and everything he was doing wrong at school. And they even mentioned sending him to military school to straiten him out.

He was furious. He threw a temper tantrum and kicked his walls and yelled and cried more. He didn’t care that it bothered anyone else in the house. But after a while he grew tired and it was late and he just decided to go to bed. Not even noticing the stone was growing bigger now.

The next day at school was worst than the last! There was a huge food fight and he got blamed for starting it. There was a week of detention. And if that wasn’t bad enough, they talked about him and embarrassed him and even some one put a fish in a locker!

All of that led to pure anger. He left school early and went home. He knew his parents wouldn’t know since they were supposed to be at work. But of course when he got there they weren’t after all. And his father got really mad. No matter how old you are, a belt still hurts.

He went to his room and pouted in rage. Never before had his life been so bad and he was still so young! Then he saw that stupid little stone again for the first time since he had brought it home. It had grown, it was almost as big as his dresser now!

He knew it must have been eating his anger and growing off of it. He wanted to get rid of it now that he knew what it was doing. But he couldn’t take it outside since his parent would see it and that’s the last thing he wanted. So instead he moved it into the dusty old attic above his room.

Weeks of unhappiness and work past after that. He finally got to go to bed one day after a hard day of work and people. In the middle of the night everyone heard a very loud crash. The stone had broken through the ceiling and landed on him in his bed. He died there, he was just crushed. The stone was half the size of his bedroom at least he was found the next morning.

His cause of death to people was unknown, but it was his own anger that destroyed him. He let it own him and grow and it got him. It was so much that it killed him in the end. He was crushed and killed by his own anger he should have controlled…..