The wind blows against his face and pushes the hood off of
his bold head. You couldn’t tell by looking at him but he sees the world
different then the rest of then us. The world is more complex then you think,
but son you will understand what he means by this.
He is the
youngest of all his siblings and his name is Randy. Randy continues to walk
home through the windy weather that only slows him down a bit. Randy has been
on his own since he was 8, well that’s how he feels. The only thing that he
worries about in his life is lost the last people in his family, which are his
brothers Berry and Adam. His parents died from a huge explosion right after him
and his brother left from home. Randy steps on to his front porch and snatches
open the door. Randy steps into the house and slams the door behind him. A
large tear rolls down his face as he throws his bag on the floor. Berry comes
running down the stairs, he stops when he realizes its Randy.
“What wrong
now Randy?” Asked Berry.
“Everything
I’m tired of waiting on the right time to do what we came here for, I’m not the
patient type so lets get this job over with,” replies Randy.
“You cant rush into this we still don’t have a plan what are
we going to do just go right in and get killed?”
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