Story of a lost journalist

April 13, 2007

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Filed under: Fiction — Cris @ 03:26

It is time. I have to run away from home. Today! With no delay! I am no procrastinator. I am old enough to live on my own. I cannot ask my birth-givers before I do the most trivial things! Last week I had the misfortune to trip on a chair and fall down. Purely accidental. And all my mother could do was shout at the top of her voice for breaking her new chair! This was so offensive! She should remember I am a grown up too now!

Today my younger brother came and demanded that he should have the new expensive car I got for myself. It was a beautiful gift from my Grand Father. Red color and high speed it would go to any length in any time I chose it to go. I refuse, he cries loudly and Mother again showed up and took away my best piece of amusement, my dear toy from me and gave it to him! Disgusting the way the young wicked ones run the house! Filthy creature!

I cannot be treated like a child anymore. I no longer wish to be told who is who and what is what. I desire to have my life my way!

Rummmmmmm Tadakkkkkkkkkk!!!
Thunder!! Oh no!
This is insanity. I am too old to be scared. But oh err I need to stay; to protect my Mother, my younger brother.
Maybe I will run away next year when I become 8. Hmmm that is no procrastination. Just philanthropy!

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5 Comments »

  1. lazzzy crissie copy pasting…….. grrki

    Comment by just a jester — April 14, 2007 @ 18:15 | Reply

  2. Hehehe.. lovedddd this one.. my exact feelings when I was seven.. 😀

    Comment by Harish — April 17, 2007 @ 11:53 | Reply

  3. sniff 😦

    Comment by Cris — April 17, 2007 @ 16:00 | Reply

  4. LOL!

    Comment by me! — June 7, 2007 @ 19:11 | Reply

  5. 🙂

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 3, 2012 @ 04:34 | Reply


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