was small, smaller than you are when her father died protecting her from some gang of criminals." I told the boy.
"He does not deserved such cruel death! If I ever find that woman again I’ll rip her to pieces mercilessly!" Yelled the boy.
"I promise you we will do this together. We will stop her evil actions and have her paid in blood the same, but not drive by revenge." By now, Claire had went upstair. She visited her old bedroom. I looked for her upstairs and found her kneeling in the room holding and embracing something to her chest. It was a photo of her and her father. She cried when only few minutes ago I saw her smiling and excited to be back. I came slowly to her and hold her hand and hugged her to ease her invisible pain.
Chapter 13
A New Hope
"Are you okay?" I asked the boy.
"Never been better." He answered.
"I understand. You know, you are very strong. You can still live on without your family around. When I was a young boy like you I still had my parents and all of my family with me. I must say that I am very lucky, but I have no idea if they were gone at that time. I'd be lost in the darkness of pain, sadness and loneliness." I said this while reaching for an empty cup and have the coffee poured inside from the glass jar.
"We were happy," said the boy. "We were on our way to another town for there was yearly festival called Corn Cup Gold. My little brother and I sat playfully at the backseat playing rock, paper and scissor. Then it happened." He stopped, as it was a hard one to tell.
"What happened?" I interrupted.
"Another car in front of us suddenly stop, my dad didn’t make it to stop in time, we crashed, then another car in the back hit and crashed our car at its fastest speed causing our car to be uplifted and thrown to the left side of the road. My mom and dad died instantly at the scene. It was a miracle that we were survived. My little brother Daniel, broke his right leg and I only got scratches and cuts from the shattered windshield." The boy inhaled and slowly released his breath. He continued, "My brother Dan, was crying he was only six at that time and I was ten. I lifted him up and tried to get out of the car. The car was already caught in fire. With all my strength left, I rushed to the road and to my surprised, the whole car in our lane were all crashed. Then I saw people screaming and running. They look scared. Soon I saw something eating a woman in group, at first I thought my eyes deceived me but no it was real. One of them look at me and started running trying to get me and my brother. I ran as fast as I could, and saw another car stopping trying his best to change his direction from where he came from. I took the chance, I knocked on the door and he let me and my little brother in and we drove away. I asked the man to stop at Bartson Street, since then, I live here with my brother, before that witch took him away from me."
"I’m sorry again for your loss. By the way my name is Travis, Travis Williams" I said.
"I’m Roger, Roger McKenzie." He replied.
"Hi Roger nice to meet you." I said.
"Me too."
"You know what Roger, my mother used to tell me to be strong and never gave up. Whatever the situation are, there must be something about it that we can learn. We learn something from our past mistakes but different for those who were born as genius. They never failed, they always get what they wanted, they win everyone’s heart and they never wanted to lose. Sometimes they become obnoxious, selfish, greedy, and hungry for power but they failed to look someone who are less fortunate that are part of the society. They think they are a burden, a failure, low class people and many more negative views. They think a failure was born to be a failure and a genius was meant to be a genius. But they forget one thing. Hardwork can change a failure to genius and even surpasses the geniuses themselves. Why? Because they experienced how hard was it to be a failure and used it to change
"He does not deserved such cruel death! If I ever find that woman again I’ll rip her to pieces mercilessly!" Yelled the boy.
"I promise you we will do this together. We will stop her evil actions and have her paid in blood the same, but not drive by revenge." By now, Claire had went upstair. She visited her old bedroom. I looked for her upstairs and found her kneeling in the room holding and embracing something to her chest. It was a photo of her and her father. She cried when only few minutes ago I saw her smiling and excited to be back. I came slowly to her and hold her hand and hugged her to ease her invisible pain.
Chapter 13
A New Hope
"Are you okay?" I asked the boy.
"Never been better." He answered.
"I understand. You know, you are very strong. You can still live on without your family around. When I was a young boy like you I still had my parents and all of my family with me. I must say that I am very lucky, but I have no idea if they were gone at that time. I'd be lost in the darkness of pain, sadness and loneliness." I said this while reaching for an empty cup and have the coffee poured inside from the glass jar.
"We were happy," said the boy. "We were on our way to another town for there was yearly festival called Corn Cup Gold. My little brother and I sat playfully at the backseat playing rock, paper and scissor. Then it happened." He stopped, as it was a hard one to tell.
"What happened?" I interrupted.
"Another car in front of us suddenly stop, my dad didn’t make it to stop in time, we crashed, then another car in the back hit and crashed our car at its fastest speed causing our car to be uplifted and thrown to the left side of the road. My mom and dad died instantly at the scene. It was a miracle that we were survived. My little brother Daniel, broke his right leg and I only got scratches and cuts from the shattered windshield." The boy inhaled and slowly released his breath. He continued, "My brother Dan, was crying he was only six at that time and I was ten. I lifted him up and tried to get out of the car. The car was already caught in fire. With all my strength left, I rushed to the road and to my surprised, the whole car in our lane were all crashed. Then I saw people screaming and running. They look scared. Soon I saw something eating a woman in group, at first I thought my eyes deceived me but no it was real. One of them look at me and started running trying to get me and my brother. I ran as fast as I could, and saw another car stopping trying his best to change his direction from where he came from. I took the chance, I knocked on the door and he let me and my little brother in and we drove away. I asked the man to stop at Bartson Street, since then, I live here with my brother, before that witch took him away from me."
"I’m sorry again for your loss. By the way my name is Travis, Travis Williams" I said.
"I’m Roger, Roger McKenzie." He replied.
"Hi Roger nice to meet you." I said.
"Me too."
"You know what Roger, my mother used to tell me to be strong and never gave up. Whatever the situation are, there must be something about it that we can learn. We learn something from our past mistakes but different for those who were born as genius. They never failed, they always get what they wanted, they win everyone’s heart and they never wanted to lose. Sometimes they become obnoxious, selfish, greedy, and hungry for power but they failed to look someone who are less fortunate that are part of the society. They think they are a burden, a failure, low class people and many more negative views. They think a failure was born to be a failure and a genius was meant to be a genius. But they forget one thing. Hardwork can change a failure to genius and even surpasses the geniuses themselves. Why? Because they experienced how hard was it to be a failure and used it to change
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