-flashback- "Get down here you doo doo dumb head! Mom's gonna scold me if I don't return that letter to her. Please Jackson! With a cherry on top!" a small girl yelled from beneath the tree. Her face filled with worry lines considering she's only five and looked as though she was about to burst into tears. "Geez, it's only a letter. So what? Aunt wouldn't mind. She said to feel myself at home anyway," the boy said from above the tree. He stuck a tongue out and tore the envelope open- "HEY! It's my mom's! No one gave you the permission to open it! Give it back, right now!" Being Jackson, he ignored her totally and read the contents of the letter. Not that he could even comprehend on whatever it says – business, moving – weird words. But a name caught his eye though – 'Melissa Brown'. What's her name doing in the letter? He scowled at it for a moment and chucked the letter back into the now-torn top envelope and dropped it onto the ground. Melissa leaped forward to catch it and fell down on her knees and grazed it onto the ground causing her wince. She got herself up into a sitting position and looked at her knee which was now bleeding from small little dots. It was not long then; she broke into tears and cried her lungs out. Jackson jumped down from the tree and quickly ran to her – getting the guilt in him that he's the one that caused her to cry this way. "Stop crying already," he said as he got closer to her. She didn't stop though. She continued sobbing and in between her sobs, she hiccupped. If it wasn't because of the pain she was suffering right now, she would have given Jackson a dirty look. But now, what!? "Sheesh, it's just a scratch," he said when he took view of her injured knee. Maybe, not a scratch but it was nothing big! He took out his handkerchief from his pocket, knelt down in front of Melissa as he gently tied it around her wound. Giving a few soft dabs of water from his bottle on the wound, before tightening the knot of his handkerchief. "Come on, stop crying. Aunt would scold me if she sees you crying like that," he urged but she didn't stop. He then sat up and draped both his arms over her shoulders, pulled her closer and gave her a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't do that again. Please stop crying," he said. -end of flashback- I laid on my bed remembering my precious moments that I shared with Jackson, even though he was a straight out unfriendly bastard, those moments were the best. ____________________________ Hi, lol the flashback is actually another story, but it fits well haha me and my bestie wrote it ages ago. Hope y'all still liking the story, it's something very similar to what happened to my childhood friend, but dw I won't make it as depressing
Oh my God. It's the proper name, for a full stop. Just- Do you even go to school, guys? ,_, Not to be mean, but fucking hell! What about a comma or a semi-colon?
Omg chill out in nz it's called a full stop not a period a period is something girls get once a month
You know, I'm so fucking appalled by the amount of uneducated here that I can't even find the words to express how ashamed I am of you right now. I'm really disappointed. Just— NO[\b].