This story I'm writing is based off of several dreams I have had in the past.
Chapter 1
My name is Isaac. Just Isaac. I dropped my last name after my parents were killed a year ago. I haven’t gone to school since and my only source of happiness is in my best friend Trevor. He’s the only one that understands the pain I’m going through. I’ve lived on the streets since the murder of my parents while the school system desperately tries to find me, with no luck. Trevor gives me food and water, and without him, I would have surely been dead by now. I don’t know how long I can stay out of the school system’s reach, but I know I’ll wind up back soon. I’ve thought about running away to Manhattan, or even out of the state of New York entirely, but I have no idea what I would do. I feel I can’t stay in Brooklyn much longer.
Chapter 2
Trevor didn’t come today, so I had to get food on my own. I found a half eaten hamburger in the trash, so that had to do. It tasted about a day old, but when you’re living my kind of life food is food, you just eat it. I returned to my “house”, which was just some rotten old back ally. I got some newspapers out of the dumpster, and proceeded to make a blanket out of them.
“Hey wake up, Isaac time for school.” Hearing Trevor’s voice immediately comforted me. Saturdays are like my school days for me. We started with history my favorite, history. We started to learn about ancient China last week, but today I couldn’t concentrate. I was too busy thing about this awesome dream I had about this sword fight. I was fighting pretty well, like I had been practicing for years. I couldn’t exactly make out the face but while fighting I was feeling saddened and angry at the same time. The strange thing was how well I could feel this dream. It almost felt like real life. Every emotion was felt strongly, and I could feel everything, from my sweaty palms to being extremely worn out and hot. I didn’t even notice when Trevor stopped talking. “Isaac, are you okay? You seem kinda out of it.” I snapped out of my dosing and replied “Oh yeah I’m fine. I just can’t seem to get this vivid dream I had last night out of my head.” Trevor got up and closed the textbook. “You know what, let’s take the day off. I’ll buy you a donut or something at the shop.” I got up with excitement; I hadn’t had a donut in a long time (Well a fresh one.) We stood up and began walking away to a little bakery. Trevor bought the donuts, and we went back to the ally. We sat down and ate. Trevor was looking quite uneasy almost sick. He slowly started to say “Isaac I think it’s time for you to come back into society.” I would have dropped my donut if I had any thing left. “I blurted about you to my parents and now they want you to move in with us. They wanted to know where I had been going every Saturday with my books. I hadn’t been prepared for this so I told them the truth. I’m sorry.” I sat there thinking about what had just happened. I was at a loss of words. I was feeling almost every emotion running through my body at the same time. I couldn’t think straight at all. It was dead silence. All until I heard the loud screeching noise of a car going 90 miles per hour slam on the brakes.
Chapter 3
I rushed over to see what happened. It was the biggest car I’ve ever seen in my life. It looked like it could hold like 20 people. I continued watching and a large ominous man stepped out. He muttered something in a foreign language and walked towards the ally. I panicked, with nowhere to hide. He walked up to me. “You are Isaac boy yes? Come” He then pointed to Trevor. “No witness. Come too.” We were both trembling -no- shaking violently with fear. He grabbed both of us by out shirts and lifted us up effortlessly. He shoved me against the wall and tied up and duct taped Trevor and then did the same with me. We were carelessly thrown into the car. Another man approached us. He held a gun up to Trevor’s head. “Now I will untie you Isaac. Try any funny business and your friend dies. Got it?” I meekly nodded my head. He ripped off my duct tape and used a knife to cut my ropes. “I have a little job or you. Your friend can help.”
Chapter 1
My name is Isaac. Just Isaac. I dropped my last name after my parents were killed a year ago. I haven’t gone to school since and my only source of happiness is in my best friend Trevor. He’s the only one that understands the pain I’m going through. I’ve lived on the streets since the murder of my parents while the school system desperately tries to find me, with no luck. Trevor gives me food and water, and without him, I would have surely been dead by now. I don’t know how long I can stay out of the school system’s reach, but I know I’ll wind up back soon. I’ve thought about running away to Manhattan, or even out of the state of New York entirely, but I have no idea what I would do. I feel I can’t stay in Brooklyn much longer.
Chapter 2
Trevor didn’t come today, so I had to get food on my own. I found a half eaten hamburger in the trash, so that had to do. It tasted about a day old, but when you’re living my kind of life food is food, you just eat it. I returned to my “house”, which was just some rotten old back ally. I got some newspapers out of the dumpster, and proceeded to make a blanket out of them.
“Hey wake up, Isaac time for school.” Hearing Trevor’s voice immediately comforted me. Saturdays are like my school days for me. We started with history my favorite, history. We started to learn about ancient China last week, but today I couldn’t concentrate. I was too busy thing about this awesome dream I had about this sword fight. I was fighting pretty well, like I had been practicing for years. I couldn’t exactly make out the face but while fighting I was feeling saddened and angry at the same time. The strange thing was how well I could feel this dream. It almost felt like real life. Every emotion was felt strongly, and I could feel everything, from my sweaty palms to being extremely worn out and hot. I didn’t even notice when Trevor stopped talking. “Isaac, are you okay? You seem kinda out of it.” I snapped out of my dosing and replied “Oh yeah I’m fine. I just can’t seem to get this vivid dream I had last night out of my head.” Trevor got up and closed the textbook. “You know what, let’s take the day off. I’ll buy you a donut or something at the shop.” I got up with excitement; I hadn’t had a donut in a long time (Well a fresh one.) We stood up and began walking away to a little bakery. Trevor bought the donuts, and we went back to the ally. We sat down and ate. Trevor was looking quite uneasy almost sick. He slowly started to say “Isaac I think it’s time for you to come back into society.” I would have dropped my donut if I had any thing left. “I blurted about you to my parents and now they want you to move in with us. They wanted to know where I had been going every Saturday with my books. I hadn’t been prepared for this so I told them the truth. I’m sorry.” I sat there thinking about what had just happened. I was at a loss of words. I was feeling almost every emotion running through my body at the same time. I couldn’t think straight at all. It was dead silence. All until I heard the loud screeching noise of a car going 90 miles per hour slam on the brakes.
Chapter 3
I rushed over to see what happened. It was the biggest car I’ve ever seen in my life. It looked like it could hold like 20 people. I continued watching and a large ominous man stepped out. He muttered something in a foreign language and walked towards the ally. I panicked, with nowhere to hide. He walked up to me. “You are Isaac boy yes? Come” He then pointed to Trevor. “No witness. Come too.” We were both trembling -no- shaking violently with fear. He grabbed both of us by out shirts and lifted us up effortlessly. He shoved me against the wall and tied up and duct taped Trevor and then did the same with me. We were carelessly thrown into the car. Another man approached us. He held a gun up to Trevor’s head. “Now I will untie you Isaac. Try any funny business and your friend dies. Got it?” I meekly nodded my head. He ripped off my duct tape and used a knife to cut my ropes. “I have a little job or you. Your friend can help.”