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Joined: May 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 6 Karma: 0 |  | I haven't thought of a title yet « Thread Started on Mar 13, 2009, 4:48pm » | |
Yeah, I just started this. So, he is about one fourth.
5 minutes. That was all he asked for. 5 minutes. And in those “innocent” five minutes, the weight of a secret was weighing down on his shoulders. And it all started with her.
It was a dull, bleak Monday, rain dribbling outside Jonah’s room like basketballs. He yawned and sat up, trying to flatten his bed-head. Jonah couldn’t believe it was summer, yet it was still raining. Oh well, he thought to himself. At least we’ll be going to D.C. today. It was true. Since his father had gotten a promotion in his job, the Catos family was going on vacation. “Jonah!” His dad, Thomas McLean, called from his bedroom. “Pack!” Jonah let his head plop back onto his pillow. He hated packing for trips; he always forgot something. But he sat back up, sighed and stepped out of bed. Might as well get it over with. Jonah thought as he rolled his outfits into cylinder shapes. He also packed three books to read; he banged down novels like nobody’s business. Or at least, that’s how his mom put it. He would find out soon enough that he would bring something home better- and more dangerous- than a souvenir.
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