The Real World--NO LONGER CONTINUING!!!

[Blablob]

Okay, now you've reduced me to begging.

PLEASE, CAN OTHER PEOPLE REVIEW MA STORY? PLEASE! I WANT IT TO BE AS POPULAR, IF NOT MORE POPULAR, THAN KYMPO! BUT TO DO THAT, I NEED REVIEWS! PLEASE!



...Sorry I had to go there, but really; I need more reviews.

[MICrophone]

Blab, it may be that it is too early in the story to give you a fair review, which is why some people haven't. Just keep going…after maybe three chapters, then push harder for reviews.

[Blablob]

Blab, it may be that it is too early in the story to give you a fair review, which is why some people haven't. Just keep going…after maybe three chapters, then push harder for reviews.

Good call....the plot will develop more in the following chapter (which may or may not be out tomorrow)

[Blablob]

Chapter 2

My watch ringed 3:00. Ben would be home in about 5 minutes.

As I sat, thinking about the burden I was putting on this family, I heard a window in the back of the house break. I got off the couch I was sitting on, and ran over to the back. There lied broken glass everywhere, and a rock, with a note attached.

I stuck my head out the window and searched. Where the hell did that guy get to? Who was he? Why was he here? Perhaps by reading the note, I could get an answer.

I came back in, grabbed the sheet of paper taped to the rock, and read it.

Phase 1. That was all it read. And I had no idea what it meant.

Phase 1? Phase 1 for what? Was it a warning? What was going to happen? Only time could tell, I suppose.

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As I sat, thinking, Ben rushed through the door. “DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!” He exclaimed.

I quickly stood up, secretly hiding the rock and note through my back pocket, and came over. I hugged Ben. “What is it, Ben?”

“SOMEONE WAS KILLED IN SCHOOL TODAY!”

I stared at him in awe. “Someone was killed? In your school?” Ben nodded his head. “If someone was killed, why haven’t I been informed until just now? Why weren’t you sent home early?”

“Well, it was after school, about 2 minutes after school someone got killed. They told us to hurry home.”

“Well, who was it? Was it your friend who got killed?”

“No. I didn’t know who she was.”

“Do you know why or how she was killed?”

Ben shook his head, setting his book bag down on the floor, and closing the front door. “I don’t know anything. All I saw was a paramedic, and a crowd of cops, surrounding the girl. And I could see a 2-second peek at her.”

“Well, how do you know she was killed?

Ben sat down on the couch. I sat down with him. “Because the cops kept saying ‘There’s been a murder! There’s been a murder!’”

I sat there, thinking. “Jesus, Ben. Someone killed in your school. It really makes me worried to send you back there. It’s almost like everyday, something worries me about you. You know I love you.”

“I know.”

“Maybe we should start looking for another school?”

“NO!” He exclaimed, nearly spitting in my face as he yelled it. “I mean…I don’t want to go to another school. I like my school. Besides, there’s only another month of school left. Why quit now? I might as well go through to the end.”

I smirked. “Okay. But remember: always defend yourself when you’re in danger, got it?”

“Got it.”

He got up from the couch. “I’ll be off, now.” He said.

“Where are you going?” I asked, although the answer was quite obvious.

“Going to play some videogames. I’m gonna try out that Game Boy you gave me earlier this morning.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye!” And there he went.

As Ben ran into the other room, it confused me why he never spent his time socializing, or chatting with friends, or on his cell phone. I can almost remember the days where he begged us to get him a cell phone, and finally we did.

Yep. It was around November of last year. He always kept coming home from school--he was in elementary still--asking the same question: “So dad, can I try out your cell phone now?”

I always gave him the same answer. “How many times do I have to say it? Nobody is allowed to touch my cell phone except me.”

“Dad, but why?”

“Because I said so!”

“But dad, everyone at my school has one.”

It really amazed me how kids could hold that kind of responsibility at that time of age. Don’t they know that a cell phone can be very dangerous if not used right? I couldn’t let Ben take that risk, even if I couldn’t tell him why.

“I don’t care if anyone has a cell phone at your school. Be happy with what you got.”

“Oh, please, dad? Please please please please please please PLEEEEAAAASE???”

Jesus. This kid was going to drive me to insanity. “I said no and I mean no!”

Yep. What a way to end a conversation. He was depressed that entire night, and the next day. All because I couldn’t give him a better answer then “No.”

I couldn’t treat Ben that way. Why is it fair for me to tell him “No” and not give him a reason? He wants a cell phone, and all I can do is tell him “I said no, and I mean no”? Surely, by this day and age, kids need a reason for things. Ben ain’t a baby no more; he needs a reason, or he just won’t see it.

Rather than telling him why I said no, I did something different. I bought him his own cell phone later that Christmas. He was absolutely thrilled.

And yet, he had fun with that phone for about a month. God, I thought he was going to use it to text, but he never did.

And to this day, I don’t even know where he has that damn thing. He never called one person, he’d never text one message. Well, that’s $50 wasted that Christmas, now isn’t it?

So yeah, as I said, he wanted this phone to socialize, but yet he never did. He never does. I wonder…does he have friends at school? I’m sure he does, though. I’m sure he does…

Besides, all the more time for him to be spending with me. Not a moment of it will be wasted.

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Around 5:00, the front door opened. Yikes! It was June, just as I had feared.

“Hi, honey!” I said, trying to lighten the mood before I deliver the awful news.

“Hi!” She came over to give me a kiss. “How was your day?”

“It was fine.” A big lie, if that’s what you want to call it.

“Where’s Ben?”

“The den.”

“Okay.” She walked off to the den to say hi to Ben. Yep, I never was good with rhyming.

Not even the Television was on. Just a dirty black screen, needing to be cleaned. I hadn’t watched anything, or done much of anything for that matter, since noon today. How was I going to break the news?

Well, there was good news and bad news. The good news: I didn’t have to tell her what happened.

The bad news: She came back out, and stared me in the eye, with the ticket in her left hand.

[MessengerOfDreams]

Wow.

You have just left me in a place where I am up at 6 in the morning and I want to read more. HAVE TO READ MORE.

11/10.

Best. Story. Online.

[MICrophone]

Eh…I'm not very intrigued by this actually. Some dude has no life and stays in his house all day. His kid has no life and plays videogames all day. Somebody died in school. People are angry. Yay. The writing's good and perhaps I may be more drawn in by the next chapter, but so far this isn't doing it for me. Keep going though.

[Blablob]

Yeah, I can kind of see why you would say that, MIC. It appears that this family has no life and can only survive on friendship and love, and at the moment it's pretty bland. Even with the plot twists, the death in school definitely won't excite certain people, such as yourself.

There's a lot of problems you pointed out in my story. I'll try my best to fix all of them.

[spookyghost]

MOAR! Perfect.

[Blablob]

MOAR! Perfect.

Thanks!

Chapter 3 will be out next weekend, hopefully. With the problems that MIC pointed out, I should have my hands full with that chapter.

[Blablob]

Take a good look at that title.


Yep, that's right. I'm no longer working on this story. Between the LDC and my finals coming up from school, and the millions of other things I have going on (plus I didn't really like this story anyway), I'm afraid I'll just have to be done with this story.

If I ever get around to it, I'll make another Runouw.com story. Sorry to disappoint any fans of this story.