A World Without Green Day? Unthinkable...., chapter 2
Mike's story
Mike woke up from his same spot in the bus shelter, he ran his fingers through his short brown hiar and then down to his lip. Ow. That hurt infact his eye did aswell, the result of the fight in the alley last night... Mike stood up and walked into the sunlight. Ah the sun, gods own light not man made or anything just plain... Beatiful. Mike steeped more into the light and stood there like he was waiting for something...
The Mirror Angel...
Yes, he appearnce was like a childs worst nightmare. His grey nike hoodie compleat with holes hung over his pale skinny body and his old torn, blood stained jeans where held up with a thin bit of red string and less said about his red converse the better. But the most frightening was his face, big purple bags which seemed to grow all the time wher under his eyes which where stained a bright yellow, they matched his teeth. But thats not why the waited for the mirror angle, this was something he made up when he first ran away from his family his friends. The mirror angle would come and save him. Untill one day when she just seemed to melt out of his heart, forever? NO! Mike's tummy rumbled he sighed.
" No more food or money." Mike said just to himself. He looked in his back pocket
50p. Damn thats not going to buy that chicken is it? Mike wandered into a shop near buy. His smell just made the shopkeeper gag, Mike got this alot. He picked up the nearest packet of gum and paid the man. Mike walked back into the sun he winced. Gah! Blackhole sun. Again he walked untill he saw a house a warm house a fuzzy house. The name Frank being shouted, a smash and and scream. That's all.
" Frank" He said Like a retarted.
I love you Frank
Mike woke up from his same spot in the bus shelter, he ran his fingers through his short brown hiar and then down to his lip. Ow. That hurt infact his eye did aswell, the result of the fight in the alley last night... Mike stood up and walked into the sunlight. Ah the sun, gods own light not man made or anything just plain... Beatiful. Mike steeped more into the light and stood there like he was waiting for something...
The Mirror Angel...
Yes, he appearnce was like a childs worst nightmare. His grey nike hoodie compleat with holes hung over his pale skinny body and his old torn, blood stained jeans where held up with a thin bit of red string and less said about his red converse the better. But the most frightening was his face, big purple bags which seemed to grow all the time wher under his eyes which where stained a bright yellow, they matched his teeth. But thats not why the waited for the mirror angle, this was something he made up when he first ran away from his family his friends. The mirror angle would come and save him. Untill one day when she just seemed to melt out of his heart, forever? NO! Mike's tummy rumbled he sighed.
" No more food or money." Mike said just to himself. He looked in his back pocket
50p. Damn thats not going to buy that chicken is it? Mike wandered into a shop near buy. His smell just made the shopkeeper gag, Mike got this alot. He picked up the nearest packet of gum and paid the man. Mike walked back into the sun he winced. Gah! Blackhole sun. Again he walked untill he saw a house a warm house a fuzzy house. The name Frank being shouted, a smash and and scream. That's all.
" Frank" He said Like a retarted.
I love you Frank
