The Shortest Life of All

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A young 6 year old boy and a horrid mishap. Little Timmy Smith is a real life Peter Pan..... he never grows up. But that doesn't mean he wants to live forever......

Submitted: August 22, 2017

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Submitted: August 22, 2017

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Little Timmy Smith was the only 6 year old in middle school. If you've ever been the shortest kid in class or the youngest you feel him. Well not really you don't know what it's like to stay six your whole life which the doctor says "Maybe a year longer of life in the little one...." and your mother breaks into sobs and sqeezes you so hard your brain leaks out your ears. And even though Timmy was only six he knew what certain words meant. When he got home his poor sobbing Mama ran up to Papa and cried all over his shirt and when he found out what happened he would smash in an almost everlasting grip in what he called a hug which he put upon poor Timmy's small body. That year they tried to make everything perfect but sadly at school he was picked on and picked on and picked on. Every Friday the Sixth graders would beat him during lunch behind the school. They would call hime names, shove him in the mud, steal his money, and smash him to the ground until he screamed and started crying. "Please stop please!" cried Timmy as they pushed against a wall and slowly bent his arm "Please stop have mercy PLEASE!" he choked on tears "Owie!" he yelled when they shoved him to the ground and stranded him there. He could move, couldn't feel his muscles, as he panted and gulped each breath. Timmy never told his parents about the bullies and they didn't find out until they found his journal after he passed on. His parents yelled and screamed and sobbed and felt horrible for not noticing this when their son was still alive......they wished they had stood up for him. They soon wished to see there son and followed what they thought was his ghost. To this day you can see them on their canes waddling after the breeze and thinking that their poor son would come back to them. Who knows..... maybe he became the breeze so his parents wouldn't give up. Who's to say he's not just outside?


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