A New Hero, chapter 2
The next morning Carson woke up. He glanced around the shack and moaned. It hadn't been a dream. The sun was shining through the window. He stood up and his head screamed with pain.
"Oww," Carson cried. His head hurt from being smacked so many times yesterday. Was it only yesterday that his new life had begun? It seemed like so long ago. Suddenly the door of the shack was blown open. Carson scrambled to the corner farthest from the door. Ryan stood there with his mean face and harsh smile.
"Good morning boy, up, now!" Carson jumped to his feet. Ryan untied the rope and tugged Carson out the door. He led him to a bigger shack and opened the door. Ryan spun Carson around. " For now, this is your new home. Be nice to the others... or else," he hissed. And with a shove Carson tumbled into the shack.
"Are you okay?" a boy whispered. Carson turned around. He was in a room filled with many other young children. They all looked just as scared and worried as he did.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you all? How long have you been here? Who are those men? What do they want from us?" Carson spat out. All his wondering from the last night poured out of his mouth. A lot of the kids laughed. The boy who had talked to Carson stepped forward again.
"We are the kids the men stole from normal lives. Most of us have not been here longer than a few weeks. Those men are kidnappers. They smuggle stuff in and out of the country. They are tired of being in constant danger so they decided to get other people, us, to do their work," the boy said. Carson closed his eyes.
"But I'm only 7. I can't work," Carson said, his eyes wide. Someone mumbled something and a little girl walked forward carrying a teeny child.
"She's only 3-years-old. Don't complain," the girl said. Carson stared at the baby. "My name is Kara, this is my baby sister Kylie," she said.
"My name's Carson. Nice to meet all of you," he said looking at Kylie. She squirmed a little and Kara put her on the floor.
" My name is Joe," the first boy said. He held out his hand, and Carson shook it. "Let me show you your new house," Joe said. The crowd parted as Joe and Carson walked down a hallway. " This is the main room, where we have meetings, um, that is the eating room. Over there is one of the bedrooms, oh, there's another." Joe said pointing to different rooms.
"Wow, you've got this pretty organized," Carson said. Joe smiled.
"That is the grand tour of our lovely mansion" Joe said. Carson raised an eyebrow. Joe glanced at him. " Uh, any questions?"
"Yeah, what bedroom should I sleep in?" Carson asked. Joe laughed a slow laugh, that seemed somewhat fake.
"You can sleep in any of the rooms. Where ever you want to," Joe said, smiling.
"Oww," Carson cried. His head hurt from being smacked so many times yesterday. Was it only yesterday that his new life had begun? It seemed like so long ago. Suddenly the door of the shack was blown open. Carson scrambled to the corner farthest from the door. Ryan stood there with his mean face and harsh smile.
"Good morning boy, up, now!" Carson jumped to his feet. Ryan untied the rope and tugged Carson out the door. He led him to a bigger shack and opened the door. Ryan spun Carson around. " For now, this is your new home. Be nice to the others... or else," he hissed. And with a shove Carson tumbled into the shack.
"Are you okay?" a boy whispered. Carson turned around. He was in a room filled with many other young children. They all looked just as scared and worried as he did.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you all? How long have you been here? Who are those men? What do they want from us?" Carson spat out. All his wondering from the last night poured out of his mouth. A lot of the kids laughed. The boy who had talked to Carson stepped forward again.
"We are the kids the men stole from normal lives. Most of us have not been here longer than a few weeks. Those men are kidnappers. They smuggle stuff in and out of the country. They are tired of being in constant danger so they decided to get other people, us, to do their work," the boy said. Carson closed his eyes.
"But I'm only 7. I can't work," Carson said, his eyes wide. Someone mumbled something and a little girl walked forward carrying a teeny child.
"She's only 3-years-old. Don't complain," the girl said. Carson stared at the baby. "My name is Kara, this is my baby sister Kylie," she said.
"My name's Carson. Nice to meet all of you," he said looking at Kylie. She squirmed a little and Kara put her on the floor.
" My name is Joe," the first boy said. He held out his hand, and Carson shook it. "Let me show you your new house," Joe said. The crowd parted as Joe and Carson walked down a hallway. " This is the main room, where we have meetings, um, that is the eating room. Over there is one of the bedrooms, oh, there's another." Joe said pointing to different rooms.
"Wow, you've got this pretty organized," Carson said. Joe smiled.
"That is the grand tour of our lovely mansion" Joe said. Carson raised an eyebrow. Joe glanced at him. " Uh, any questions?"
"Yeah, what bedroom should I sleep in?" Carson asked. Joe laughed a slow laugh, that seemed somewhat fake.
"You can sleep in any of the rooms. Where ever you want to," Joe said, smiling.
