summetime by the riverside, with the sunshine everything is alright.
note:this is purely a rough draft; it has not been revised or anything, so keep that in mind. :)
Anguish. Despondent. Inevitable. All of these words and more associate with one thing. Death. However, for this boy, none of these words seemed fitting to his present situation. An hour ago, his mother had kissed him gently on his forehead before departing for work. "Accomplish great things today," she whispered. The boy had been told this every day for as long as he could remember. Now, though, sitting in an uncomfortably hardwood chair in his school's office, a blur of emotions was racing through him. Confusion, for the most part. The principal had told him there was an emergency regarding his mother, but he had not elaborated. Lost in thought, a sharp voice brought him back down. "Josh Enders, the pricipal will see you now," the receptionist at the desk said. Stumbling slightly as he stood up, Josh walked across the room and opened the door leading into the principal's office. Principal Gregory Saunders was a squat, portly man. He wore the same plain white dress shirt and silk black tie. His slightly flooded khakis were always pulled up a little too high, which exposed his black knee-high socks and black loafers.
more coming very, very soon.
Anguish. Despondent. Inevitable. All of these words and more associate with one thing. Death. However, for this boy, none of these words seemed fitting to his present situation. An hour ago, his mother had kissed him gently on his forehead before departing for work. "Accomplish great things today," she whispered. The boy had been told this every day for as long as he could remember. Now, though, sitting in an uncomfortably hardwood chair in his school's office, a blur of emotions was racing through him. Confusion, for the most part. The principal had told him there was an emergency regarding his mother, but he had not elaborated. Lost in thought, a sharp voice brought him back down. "Josh Enders, the pricipal will see you now," the receptionist at the desk said. Stumbling slightly as he stood up, Josh walked across the room and opened the door leading into the principal's office. Principal Gregory Saunders was a squat, portly man. He wore the same plain white dress shirt and silk black tie. His slightly flooded khakis were always pulled up a little too high, which exposed his black knee-high socks and black loafers.
more coming very, very soon.