Chapter 2 Childhood, First garde

Chapter 2 Childhood, First garde

A Chapter by Masaking

Peed in school:

My friend and I were at the school playground. When the bell rang, we saw everyone were running back to their classes. I was going to go back as well but my friend stopped me that he could not hold it anymore and told me that he always wanted to do this on the monkey bar. He peeped on the monkey bar. I stared and burst out laughing, later I did the same thing. I even told him to hold it and peep together at the same time.

The moment when we peeped together, there was a 6th grader saw us and told the office; and then my sister, Adi was been sent to the office that I got in trouble again. Whenever I get in trouble, my sister always been sent to the office.


I got LOST:

As long as I could remember, when I was a kid, I often get lost a lot.

It was almost the end of the summer, my family were going to back to our home from our grandparent’s apartment. Before we leave my dad wanted us to wait here until he drove his car at the front door. He left. For over 2 minutes I just realized that my dad left and I wanted to go with him, so I went out and went after my dad. My mom thought dad would stop when I called him but no. I was behind him, calling him but no matter how I called he wouldn’t stop, probably because we were walking on the shoulder of traffic. I started to cry as I walked behind him. When I got tired, I stopped for a moment. The moment when I was going to call for him again he was gone. I kept walking and walking wondering where he went but, he disappeared. Soon after, I met a stranger on the side of the traffic.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“I CAN'T FIND MY DAD, HE'S GONE!!!” I cried.

“Hop in, I'll take you to the police station,” he said.

At that time, the only thing I care was to find my dad. I didn't know who this man was but I felt he can help me to find my dad. The stranger took me to the police station. When we walked in, I found that the stranger was also a police man. I saw all the other police man were chattering and eating candy. When I saw there was candy, I went up and joined with them. For a few minutes, my grandfather arrived at the front door, he has came to pick me up.


Dog Cell:

There was a time, that both of my parents went to America for vacation. My parents left us with my grandmother. One night, I came home late for dinner because I was outside playing with my friends. My grandmother yelled at me that if I ever do it again, she would not give dinner for the next time. During dinner time, when everyone has finished eating except me. I was always the slowest eater in the family. My grandmother started to smack my butt that I ate too slow. She started to count down from 20 that I should eat quick but I can't. After that, she took my plate and put me in a my dog cell. She told me that I should eat it just like a dog since I was a slow eater. She started to laugh and two of my older sister laughed with her as well. When I started to cry, my grandmother said that I shouldn't cry since I am a boy.

“Who said, just because you're a boy doesn't mean you can't cry,” I said.

When she finally let me out, I ate as fast as I could because the next thing that my grandmother was going to punish me with a whip.

After I finished my dinner, I told her that I'm going to play with my friends. She wouldn't let me just because I ate too slow. I started to argue with her then she told me that if I go, she will not let me go home. I thought about it a moment then I decided to leave because at that time, the only thing I care about was having fun with my friends. I walked out.





© 2010 Masaking


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LL2
The stories are disjointed. Are they a collection of memories? It sounded like you have a lot of sotires to tell. I would like to see more detail, more dialogue. Do you mind reviewing some of my work?

Posted 14 Years Ago


if the person wasnt a policeman, would you have still followed him? ... eating slow is unhealthy.. eating too fast can kill you... overall, what's wrong with eating slow?

Posted 14 Years Ago



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