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The boy got up. He went down to the kitchen and got some breakfast. He went to look in the microwave. He saw himself and yelled, "So far so good, folks!" and had a good chuckle. He put a bowl on the top of the table and poured milk all over the table and the bowl. He then dumbed cereal all over the table and the bowl. He then boiled water and took out a package of a cup of noodles. He then poured the hot water into the cup of noodles and giggled. He ate what was in the bowl of his milk and cereal and then ate from the cup of noodles, knowing the amount of time it would take the cup to cool. He then cleaned up the mess he made and made his way out of his own house.

     He walked an acre here and there. Walked some of everywhere. Yelled hi and hello. To all of those near him so. So close he was to them. Within an inch, a cell, a tear. And there he was to say "Hello again, "Hello dears."
      The world was happy again and again. Without his parents near to fear. Neither did he. He didn't dare. Not hear. Not anywhere near. He went through the playground he was too big for, the restaurant with the same food again and again, until his stomach exploded filled with food.

       He saw a girl crying that brought him back to reality. Out of this dream world/state/country- whatever you wished to call it. He was there listening to a girl cry. And he was as invisible and silent as ever as the loud cries hit him like a ton of bricks forcing him away from a happy life.
       "Why girl? Why are you crying?" he joked as if he was a little boy. He looked at the girl's tear-filled face. The face was white and lacking of energy. The girl was not amused and kept pouting. She got up and ran away from him. The boy could've let her go, but without his parents around, he could make the world a better place and did so by following the girl to at least attempt to make her stop crying.
       "What bothers you so?" the boy tried again.
       "Leave me alone. You wouldn't understand, freak," the girl yelled and ran off again.
       "Don't understand, freak? Making a bit of an assumption," the boy said in a mature tone of voice.
       "LEAVE ME ALONE!" the girl yelled and the boy went out of his socks.
       "Please don't yell again. I don't want to know what's next," he said looking down at his feet. The girl kept crying, but not as loud. "Look...," the boy started before getting a deep breath. "I'm sort of getting having this new life thing I'm trying to adjust to. Like a teenager-to-man phase kind of thing. Sorry for bothering you," the boy said. Of course, the girl had already left before she could hear his monologue.

      "I'm alright! I know how to take care of myself," the boy yelled on his phone at home. "Parents....," he spoke to himself. "I've been alone all my life anyways..."
       "But-"
       "I'll call you, when I need you. No money! Trust me and leave me alone!" the boy hung up.
       "Bit rude to his parents, you think?" the mother said to the father on the other line.

BACK

      The next day, he walked in the fields and the meadows. The ones that he was walked through since his childhood- his favorite park.
       However, he heard a lot of people yelling. "Peace.... with such sweet sorrow...," he whispered to himself as he walked towards the sound. He saw the girl that was crying before cry again on the other side of the gate.. People were running at all sides trying to fight people in black suits. "What happened?" he asked the girl.
       "We're being kicked out," she cried. She remained as the day before depressed.
       "It'll be alright," the boy said in a dull voice. The girl looked at the ground with her younger brother in her arms. He appeared as if he was five, since he was wearing a small pair of overalls.
       The gate was overcome by a violent crowd gradually slipping through the gate. He quickly ran towards the crowd, but didn't get farther than ten steps after he was punched in the face by the closest man running towards him.Three other men who got past the gate tackled him to the ground. People in black suits jumped into the area and dragged the boy away from the crowd. "Are you alright sir?"
       "What the hell is going on here, Angel?!" the boy roared, while trying to keep pressure on the wound in his mouth. The boy's wound had a slight color of purple..
       "Orders from your parents..."
       "Too many wings. No room for a spine, Angel..."
       "We want to go to the park!" a large group of adults yelled. Many threw stones over the gates.. There were old people knocked on the floor by both sides of the fighting. Women and children were leaning on the walls.
       The boy quickly climbed up to the top of the nearest statue and yelled "You are in violation of-" before being cut off by a stone to the head. I should just sick them on the stoners, but stoners never sin... the boy thought to himself, while rubbing the bump on his head. Instead, he drawed Angel from by his tie next to him, "take these men out of here. You're under my orders. Remember the emancipation. My parents will respect it."
       "But the mob, sir...,"
       "I will take care of it. Once they get their park back they should be good," the boy said. The boy walked away from Angel. Halfway from the mob, he still saw his parent's servants stuck in between the fighting. he yelled, "Angel...., bring the car... just in case..." Angel simply nodded. The boy tried to yell over the crowd. "My parents have no ownership here!"
       "Get out of here! You piece of crap!" someone yelled. Men charged him again.
       Angel tossed the boy a megaphone. "Hey people! The park is yours!" the boy yelled. He threw the megaphone to the ground and ran into the crowd. Angel quickly followed him trying to push anyone he could lightly away from his master. The boy pushed, but only towards the way of the gates. The boy's servants pushed to try and provide a path for the boy as well. "Angel!" the boy yelled. "Angel!" the boy could not find Angel when he turned around still around the gate. He tried to look for him, but there was just too many people fighting.
       "Open the gates!" the boy yelled. The servants pushed open the large bars of the gates as the violent mob punched them all. The boy saw Angel lying on the floor. The boy had a cut across his forehead and bruises all over. The girl with his little brother walked through the gates after the large crowd cheered after getting in. "I told you I'd get you in," the boy said with a laugh of accomplishment after lying at the ground looking at his bruises..
        Another group of men in black suits came and took the girl away from her brother. "What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled. They would not respond. The girl cried once more. The men in black suits dragged the boy away as well. The boy fainted from the injuries and the lack of oxygen after yelling to the top of his lungs.