by AnimaVex » Tue Oct 03, 2006 5:29 am
Brendan's mother didn't take it so well. She didn't believe him at first, but, eventually, started to believe a bit more. (After a few odd questions...)
"So... this organization thing's after you guys. And what do hope to do now?" His mother said.
"Well, we don't know. We'll probably decide tomorrow," Brendan replied.
"... This is horrible. And your father still isn't back from his trip."
"Well, we can always start eating, right? I mean, I'm actually kinda hungry.." Brendan rubbed his stomach, which started rumbling. They then began to eat.
The wind is coming, and it tells a story more often silenced than not.
-AnimaVex, budding artist/writer/etc. -