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It was a normal Saturday, we all were walking around our favorite store, it’s called the Everstore, with the motto, ‘last time ever looking for stores’. It was weirdly unknown to locals though it’s from 1798.
Which odds me out all the time thinking about it though, I loved how it was full of cheap stuff though so I usually ignored that fact.
I usually shop around for clothing and art supplies since my mom is an artist known for her painting and drawings, she hasn’t done animation though i beg her to. I was roaming around just looking this time because I don't need six-hundred clothing items.
I already have nearly five-hundred which is enough and my mom doesn’t need art supplies since I get her art stuff every time we come here.
I was looking around and saw a boy alone, he looked five if even and acted like he wasn’t alone though.
I thought of walking up to him but i didn’t seeming that he wasn’t worried about it so i left him alone and kept looking around, and i heard little footsteps behind me, so i turned around and the little boy was there behind me with tears swelling up in his eyes, threatening to flow down on his cheek.
I crouched down and asked if he was okay but i didn’t get a answer so i shrugged and kept walking and i heard little footsteps again so i sighed and asked if the kid needed anything but no answer so i started walking again this time ignoring him.
He starts crying and shouting something about her acting like he’s a ghost and he runs to her aggressively and angry, he smacks her angrily and tears flowing down his eyes. I sigh and apologize to him, then i carry him.
I walk towards my family and pause, and look at the boy. The boy has a bleeding eye now and I scream terrified and drop him out of fear which startles the boy who starts screaming for his mom, which causes my family to run towards her. My mom looks at the boy terrified and accuses me for hurting him.
I shake my head aggressively and I say I didn't, but my mom doesn’t believe me and bandages the boy calling him a poor boy.
She starts yelling at me and smacks me hard enough to leave a bruise and walks away with the boy causing my other family members to leave me there, i try to follow after but they tell me they'll come back for me later today but they never did come back for me, i never saw them again or that boy which scares me everyday as i wait at the store for my family.. will they ever even come back?
This story is done, but i have a cut out part:
I keep waiting for my family to come but as days come and go I don't know if they’ll come back.
I'll keep waiting and waiting but I'm unsure if they’ll come for me. I help other kids who get left here which makes me fear; kids who come here never come back..