The thrilling story of an 11-year-old boy who was somewhat feeling neglected…
Nigel was only 11 when that occurred, but he was the main character and sole responsible for the happenings.
It was a bright sunny day, that June 17. The air was still, but the singing of the birds and the greenness of the trees and the grass were enough to warm your heart. Anyways, no matter how great a day, the event happened in the middle of the night.
Angela and Clarence Moore were sleeping calmly in the master bedroom on the second floor of their house. They were cuddled in the centre of the bed, covered slightly, but quite enough for a couple with a child in the house, by satin sheets in a light- gray colour. The night was warm and there were no uncommon sounds around the house or the yard. No noise at all, actually. It seemed like everything and everyone was having a well-deserved rest. This, however, wasn’t the type of thing that would keep the young boy calm. He was used to noises, he liked them. Nigel loved the sound of the cars, the cries of the neighbour’s cat and the barks of the stray and domestic dogs. He was awake and annoyed. Nothing seemed right. Or maybe, it was just one thing that wasn’t alright? He knew exactly what was it, the eleven-year old got up and put on his slippers. He walked along the long corridor that led from his room to his parents’. He entered through the door and looked at the bed. His mother and father, the two people he loved most in the world, were showered in silvery moonlight. Both hugged and with a smile on each face. They looked so happy and so calm. He turned to his left where the middle of the room was. The tiny creature was even calmer and happier than his parents. He walked slowly to the cradle and stood there, staring at it for maybe more than an hour. He looked around and saw that the moon was almost entirely hidden behind the roof of the opposite house. Nigel fixed the sheets of his mother and his father, he touched their faces and left. Around the boy was present an almost visible melancholic air. However, there was no sign of remorse on his face. Why remorse? Because of what he was going to do.
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