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Dolefully Desired
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Atlanta GA
Posts: 20
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The parents decide against Mcdonalds, because the boy deserves no reward for running away.On the drive home, the boy grows more regretful and angry towards himself as he listens to his parents blame one another for his disappearance. "This isn't what was suppose to happen" he thinks "this was suppose to make them love me, not fight more. What have I done?"
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Positively Pessimistic
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: lost in Europe
Posts: 18
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They finally get home after a tense car ride. He scrubs the tears from his face with his shirt sleeve as they pull into the driveway. No way he wants his parents to see him cry. It might start another arguement. He wonders how everything he does can make them so angry at each other. He thinks his parents don't seem too upset about his disappearance, but they are deeply concerned with the nutritional value of the Mc Nuggets.
He decides then and there that the next escape will be more successful. |
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The Uncola
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: sterling heights, michigan
Posts: 140
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He plans out his "escape" with crayons and construction paper. Gathers things: teddy bear, dog, baseball cap---things of that nature.
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constantly amazed
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
Posts: 6,206
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Meanwhile the mother is planning her own escape - or, more accurately, procrastinating about it, processing the idea as she draws alongside her son. Instead of crayons and construction paper, her materials are 2 lb paper and various shades of charcoal. Her mind wanders over the world she is creating on paper. Her son mentioned half an hour ago that he was a little hungry, but she's forgotten to do something about that.
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slightly effective
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: >>>
Posts: 2,404
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She ponders her leaving. Too many obstacles face her, what with food, shelter and some frivolity looming with this possible reality. Who can she turn to? Parents? No, you can't go home again. Grandmother? No, although still a keen wit, she lives where the national school system ranks too low. She wonders how she decided on this lug of a husband, and wonders if he's thinking the same thing about her. Their fighting was over a trivial matter.
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old s'cool
Join Date: Oct 2002
Posts: 2,426
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he looks down at his untied shoelaces.
"How come I never trip, when momma always tells me that I will if I don't tie them tight?" |
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He walks to the refridgerator, leaving his shoes untied with the hope that he
will trip, because maybe then mom would notice him, instead of staring off into space like that, with that frown on her face. He brings his foot down on a limp shoelace as his other foot is moving forward, but it doesn’t work; he only stumbles a little; so he thinks, “maybe, since mom isn’t paying attention, i can have cookies for dinner,” as he continues toward the refridgerator. |
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