the trouble maker pt(1)
#2 of stories
a work that I wanted to try and do... I write poems and poetry so I wanted to try to make a story f you like then i might be doing something good with this in the future im hoping you do.
On a cold winters night the owls were 'whoing' and no houses were stiring here in a little town called Ocrain.....
The people of Ocrain were docile and clean people.... they didn't fight with each other they didn't argue or steal and lie, but you know what they say about a bad person "one bad egg can spoil the bunch....." well that bad egg is non other than trent.
Trent was skillful, smart, quick, and very misleading. He would sometimes trick one of the parents or adults in the town to make his life more exciting and thrilling by causing trouble in stores at school at the park anywhere he can make a good joke from the outcome.
But one day....he was caught...
May 6th 2016 5:22 pm
-trents home-
"TRENT....TREEENNT" said his mother looking for him to see what the neighbors are complaining about this time...Trent makes his way downstairs wearing his red and blue lucky flannel and burgundy striped jeans while scratching his un-groomed messy brown hair that takes up the sight of his fore-head.
"What do you want to yell at me for this time mom?" he says as his tail wags from side to side knowing what he did...
"I don't know why don't you tell me since your the evil master mind behind all the bad things that happen in this peaceful town!" says his mother waiting for a response from trent as he stands their looking at the floor and then turns to his mom, both staring at each other with hazelnut eyes...1 full minute has passed not a word has been said until trent broke under his mother's steely cold gaze...
"Ok mom fine you win ill tell you...."
"Good that's what i like to hear." said his mother after finishing her sentance she walks over to the living room couch and Trent follows soon after. Trent sits down across from his mother ploping down onto the recliner...*sigh* Trent does this before he collects himself and looks at his mother. Trents mother is only 38 years old with a slim waist line and has an hour glass figure and goes to the gym twice every week. She sits there with her blue tank top and red slim fit jeans, moving every so gently to brush her long hair that reches her very shoulders out of her field of vision.
"Trent how long are you going to sit there? tell me what you youa16 year old did and I'll figure out your punishment later."
"Ok ok...but look don't get ma-
"Im not promising that.."
".....ok fine, all i did was go to our neighbors and spray painted 'THE BLOODOF THE INNOCENT DWELLS IN YOUR HOME'..."
"And?....go on." said his mother stil calmed and composed...
"And then i may have poured alcohol on his side walk and pateo that spelled out 'SATAN IS HERE'.... and then I pissed on his lawn and car while yelling 'this could be you'!"
TOO BE CONTINUED