That's Where You're Wrong Kiddo Novels & Stories

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

"Why?" "Because you made mistakes but you fixed them. That is brave." Eight years old. More wisdom than most adults. Than me sometimes. "Thank you, baby. That means everything." "Can I tell kids that at school? That you made mistakes but fixed them?" "You can. But some people will not want to hear it. They have already decided what they think." "Then they are dumb." "Hey. We do not call people dumb." "Sorry. But they are wrong."

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head. No one told me why we were here,all I was just given was looks of disbelief. "You are here because you hurt your mother ,you stabbed her and other behaviors". Miss Sarah explained. "Do you think stabbing your mother was wrong?". Sarah asked. "No I don't think it was wrong,mom always got in my way". I replied boldy and mom gasped. Was my reply wrong? I thought I was told the truth ? Is lying what I should do? I just didn't know, I was too long then to comprehend what was happening.

" Chase, you're taking this the wrong way." " Yeah? For what it's worth, professor, I'm not a child. I'm pretty sure you know that." Goddamnit. " I'm sorry, Chase. This isn't what you think it is. I just need to think about this." " Okay." Chase answers absently. " I hear you."

he murmured, his voice a dry whisper. She walked to his bedside and perched on the edge of the chair, trying not to let the tremor in her chest show on her face. She reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. His skin was warm, too warm. “Still working on that napping world record?” she teased gently. “Think I’m winning,” he murmured, eyes drifting shut again. She sat with him for a while, just watching him breathe. Twenty-two shouldn’t look like this. Twenty-two should mean football bruises and late-night gaming. But Kyle, her little brother in every way that mattered, was fragile now. Diminished.

"Just show him the evidence and he'll know he was wrong." "No." Andrew said simply.

But abandoned? “What are you doing here, child?”

Okay, wrong question. But, what?!

"Then I must have made a mistake." "Don't say that. You were right. You said I would meet a bad guy, and it happened."