"For those who have think that have lost everything, there is still hope and home."
-M.N
Home
Chapter 1: Home
Home
hōm/
noun
-
1.
the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
This is what Google defines "home" to be. Home is also an adjective, an adverb and a verb. Forget Google for a minute, what is home?
Home is home. It's the only thing that you know when you first live on Earth. Or any place in this blessed world that we live in, human or animal.
Home is the only thing that will still stay with you for the rest of your life. It's what keeps you warm, sheltered, alive...
Without a home, there is no life. That's why it's stays with you and your family for the rest of your life and their lives. Even after many losses and unhappiness, home is here.
Even the smallest shell or cove is a happy home for many littler creatures in this big world of ours. Even lands that seem that are bad or destroyed, there are too, homes' too.
Chapter 2
My name is Will. I live in Smallton, New Jersey, a small town that operates on the east coast of New Jersey.. It is famous for its tasty cheese that is adored for miles along the east coast of the United States.
Smallton is also in the paper mill area, so some of the citizens, most of the citizens, work at the paper mill in town, where most of the town actually works.
But some people, like my dad, works with the tourists who are made of money, rich millionaires who have nothing better to do but to relax in the New Jersey sun and eat expensive cheese. He teaches tourists how to scuba dive and catch big fish that they throw back into the ocean current after a couple of photos.
A waste of time. But it's a difficult job to teach the tourists. Dad has to go on these two week tourism vacations that the tourists chose.
These fat, bigmouthed rich people that I was talking about earlier. So I don't see him a lot. It's disappointing, but it's a rewarding job and I know that he doesn't want to do it even he wanted do. But positions for jobs are getting harder to get in town.
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Back to me, I'm Will. I'm seventeen years old, in Grade 11 and I go to Smallton High School. It's a small, little, cramped, cheap school that looked like the old brick walls that stand are going to fall at any moment.
I have three friends named Jimmy, Robbie and Tyler. They are my best of friends. I knew them since I was a small wee laddy. Sorry. My dad's Irish, and I'm used to the speech of him.
Anyway, I knew them for a very long time, so they are very special to me. I hate these bullies bullies named Alan and Michael. They are annoying and very stupid and have nothing better to do.
I like this girl name Mica. I knew her since eighth grade, so I know her like the streets of London. But she's more of a friend than a lover, which is fine, I don't mind.
I have a dog named Tita, She's a Lab, but Tita's a nice dog. Female dogs are good dogs, much easier and friendlier than the male dogs.That's just my opinion, though.
My favourite thing to do at home is probably build with my Lego City.
One important thing about me: I like Lego. Lego is fun. Lego is cool. I could sentences about Lego all day long. Not kidding about that.
I have been building my Lego City for about 12 years. Not joking, 12 years. But I buy all of the Lego toys. Lego is not just a kid's toy though.
Also I like books. And reading. Mathematics and Chemistry too. All fun things to do.
But they are some sad things that have happened in the life too. My mom died in the hospital during pregnancy while delivering my sister to the world.
My sister survived though. Just not my mother.
I remember that I cried for the longest time in my life that dark night in the hospital after she died. I was only five years old. A lot to take in.
My sister died a few years ago when she was kidnapped by people with masks and dark clothing. We called the police but they never found her.
But here I am; lord of the house when my dad is away with the tourists, caring for my dog, Tita, cooking my meals, hanging out with my friends, fighting the bullies at school...
What more do I want?
Chapter 3
Since my mother died, I have been having dreams. But not your average sleepy, happy, into-the-sunset dreams, but dreams about the future. The near future.
That sound crazy because most dreams that people dream about the future are obviously not true. He/she would have to be the soothsayer of dreams. And that's an unbelievable talent to have.
But my future dreams are real, 100% real about the future. I know when and where someone would die and marry and have kids or whatever. I remember having lots of dreams of the future.
When I was six, when I was first starting to ride my bike, I remember that I wanted to stop the bike. And the brakes on the bike didn't work when I pushed on them. So I broke my leg when I hit a curb.
I remember every scene of that time in my dream a few nights before the crash. This is when the dreams first started to form to the future.
Then when I was eleven, I remember that Tyler's mother died of skin cancer. And I remember when she died in the hospital and how Tyler was crying as his father pulled him away from his mother.
There is more and more evidence of my near future dreams; when Mika's father died, how I got Tita as a pet, when I first drove a car, when my sister died... They are all evidence of these dreams and I remember each and every one of them.
My dad arrived a few days from his tourism business. He said that the tourists are coming back to Smallton soon and in a few days, he will be leaving our family again for the tourists.
It's sad that I sometimes think that he cares about the stupid tourists more than me and Tita, the only family that he has left. The only son and dog that I may even have left for the rest of his life.
But I know that doesn't like the tourists one bit. These are not the average happy-go-lucky tourists or your exciting, fun, adventurous people. They are all business, from the top down. All business.
The tourists don't pay close ears to my father. They probably just talk about business and bonds and money, boring things like that that my goodwill father has to listen as fish are tugging on their lines. The tourists are the fish though.
He doesn't listen for them. Dad does this for the job, for the money that it used to buy food, water, electricity and clothing for all of us. And I know that Dad does all for this for all for us to have a life.
Chapter 4
School isn’t one of my favourite
places to be in the week. When my dad is teaching the tourists to fish and
scuba dive, it’s not fun.
I sit in an uncomfortable plastic
chair, writing a mathematics test on polynomials
for three hours straight. But it’s a hard life for some.
It’s not that I don’t like
polynomials, but sometimes I think that school is like a big round circle; that
the students are going round and round the circles and the teachers are in the
very centre.
The students are doing the long,
aching tests and listening with all of our might, to grab all of the words that
the teachers said, that will help them in life.
In a way, we are the workers of the
future economy of this world, it’s interesting how that we all of the honeybees
that work in the hive.
Our hive, in this case, and how
countries with many people with high economies rise and fall because of high
power people that work with the government make choices that destroy people.
Again, we learn and learn and learn
to build a new and better lifestyle that might have been better than before.
It’s an amazing world that we live in.
Bullies are another big problem at
school; the ones that prey the weak. The vultures of school, that prey on the
weak and watch the strong.
I get bullied most days of school, I
don’t mind a lot, and recently, I have been getting better at protecting myself
from them, the immunity building in my body.
When school is over and I walk back
to my house, I think about all of the good things that happened to me in the
past. It helps me clear my mind when I come home.
-
hōm/
noun
- 1.the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
This is what Google defines "home" to be. Home is also an adjective, an adverb and a verb. Forget Google for a minute, what is home?
Home is home. It's the only thing that you know when you first live on Earth. Or any place in this blessed world that we live in, human or animal.
Home is the only thing that will still stay with you for the rest of your life. It's what keeps you warm, sheltered, alive...
Without a home, there is no life. That's why it's stays with you and your family for the rest of your life and their lives. Even after many losses and unhappiness, home is here.
Even the smallest shell or cove is a happy home for many littler creatures in this big world of ours. Even lands that seem that are bad or destroyed, there are too, homes' too.
Chapter 2
My name is Will. I live in Smallton, New Jersey, a small town that operates on the east coast of New Jersey.. It is famous for its tasty cheese that is adored for miles along the east coast of the United States.
Smallton is also in the paper mill area, so some of the citizens, most of the citizens, work at the paper mill in town, where most of the town actually works.
But some people, like my dad, works with the tourists who are made of money, rich millionaires who have nothing better to do but to relax in the New Jersey sun and eat expensive cheese. He teaches tourists how to scuba dive and catch big fish that they throw back into the ocean current after a couple of photos.
A waste of time. But it's a difficult job to teach the tourists. Dad has to go on these two week tourism vacations that the tourists chose.
These fat, bigmouthed rich people that I was talking about earlier. So I don't see him a lot. It's disappointing, but it's a rewarding job and I know that he doesn't want to do it even he wanted do. But positions for jobs are getting harder to get in town.
Smallton is also in the paper mill area, so some of the citizens, most of the citizens, work at the paper mill in town, where most of the town actually works.
But some people, like my dad, works with the tourists who are made of money, rich millionaires who have nothing better to do but to relax in the New Jersey sun and eat expensive cheese. He teaches tourists how to scuba dive and catch big fish that they throw back into the ocean current after a couple of photos.
A waste of time. But it's a difficult job to teach the tourists. Dad has to go on these two week tourism vacations that the tourists chose.
These fat, bigmouthed rich people that I was talking about earlier. So I don't see him a lot. It's disappointing, but it's a rewarding job and I know that he doesn't want to do it even he wanted do. But positions for jobs are getting harder to get in town.
###
Back to me, I'm Will. I'm seventeen years old, in Grade 11 and I go to Smallton High School. It's a small, little, cramped, cheap school that looked like the old brick walls that stand are going to fall at any moment.
I have three friends named Jimmy, Robbie and Tyler. They are my best of friends. I knew them since I was a small wee laddy. Sorry. My dad's Irish, and I'm used to the speech of him.
Anyway, I knew them for a very long time, so they are very special to me. I hate these bullies bullies named Alan and Michael. They are annoying and very stupid and have nothing better to do.
I like this girl name Mica. I knew her since eighth grade, so I know her like the streets of London. But she's more of a friend than a lover, which is fine, I don't mind.
I have a dog named Tita, She's a Lab, but Tita's a nice dog. Female dogs are good dogs, much easier and friendlier than the male dogs.That's just my opinion, though.
My favourite thing to do at home is probably build with my Lego City.
One important thing about me: I like Lego. Lego is fun. Lego is cool. I could sentences about Lego all day long. Not kidding about that.
I have been building my Lego City for about 12 years. Not joking, 12 years. But I buy all of the Lego toys. Lego is not just a kid's toy though.
Also I like books. And reading. Mathematics and Chemistry too. All fun things to do.
But they are some sad things that have happened in the life too. My mom died in the hospital during pregnancy while delivering my sister to the world.
My sister survived though. Just not my mother.
I remember that I cried for the longest time in my life that dark night in the hospital after she died. I was only five years old. A lot to take in.
My sister died a few years ago when she was kidnapped by people with masks and dark clothing. We called the police but they never found her.
But here I am; lord of the house when my dad is away with the tourists, caring for my dog, Tita, cooking my meals, hanging out with my friends, fighting the bullies at school...
What more do I want?
Chapter 3
Since my mother died, I have been having dreams. But not your average sleepy, happy, into-the-sunset dreams, but dreams about the future. The near future.
That sound crazy because most dreams that people dream about the future are obviously not true. He/she would have to be the soothsayer of dreams. And that's an unbelievable talent to have.
But my future dreams are real, 100% real about the future. I know when and where someone would die and marry and have kids or whatever. I remember having lots of dreams of the future.
When I was six, when I was first starting to ride my bike, I remember that I wanted to stop the bike. And the brakes on the bike didn't work when I pushed on them. So I broke my leg when I hit a curb.
I remember every scene of that time in my dream a few nights before the crash. This is when the dreams first started to form to the future.
Then when I was eleven, I remember that Tyler's mother died of skin cancer. And I remember when she died in the hospital and how Tyler was crying as his father pulled him away from his mother.
There is more and more evidence of my near future dreams; when Mika's father died, how I got Tita as a pet, when I first drove a car, when my sister died... They are all evidence of these dreams and I remember each and every one of them.
My dad arrived a few days from his tourism business. He said that the tourists are coming back to Smallton soon and in a few days, he will be leaving our family again for the tourists.
It's sad that I sometimes think that he cares about the stupid tourists more than me and Tita, the only family that he has left. The only son and dog that I may even have left for the rest of his life.
But I know that doesn't like the tourists one bit. These are not the average happy-go-lucky tourists or your exciting, fun, adventurous people. They are all business, from the top down. All business.
The tourists don't pay close ears to my father. They probably just talk about business and bonds and money, boring things like that that my goodwill father has to listen as fish are tugging on their lines. The tourists are the fish though.
He doesn't listen for them. Dad does this for the job, for the money that it used to buy food, water, electricity and clothing for all of us. And I know that Dad does all for this for all for us to have a life.
Chapter 4
School isn’t one of my favourite
places to be in the week. When my dad is teaching the tourists to fish and
scuba dive, it’s not fun.
I sit in an uncomfortable plastic
chair, writing a mathematics test on polynomials
for three hours straight. But it’s a hard life for some.
It’s not that I don’t like
polynomials, but sometimes I think that school is like a big round circle; that
the students are going round and round the circles and the teachers are in the
very centre.
The students are doing the long,
aching tests and listening with all of our might, to grab all of the words that
the teachers said, that will help them in life.
In a way, we are the workers of the
future economy of this world, it’s interesting how that we all of the honeybees
that work in the hive.
Our hive, in this case, and how
countries with many people with high economies rise and fall because of high
power people that work with the government make choices that destroy people.
Again, we learn and learn and learn
to build a new and better lifestyle that might have been better than before.
It’s an amazing world that we live in.
Bullies are another big problem at
school; the ones that prey the weak. The vultures of school, that prey on the
weak and watch the strong.
I get bullied most days of school, I
don’t mind a lot, and recently, I have been getting better at protecting myself
from them, the immunity building in my body.
When school is over and I walk back
to my house, I think about all of the good things that happened to me in the
past. It helps me clear my mind when I come home.
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