On 10 Jun 2010 20:01:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #6
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>These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
>are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
>been true. LOL
>
>My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
>in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
>before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
>friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
>service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
>Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
>fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
>he isn't here in person. I think.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place three weeks after story #5
>
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>The Adventures of Stevie #6 "Friend Below"
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>Dear Carlos,
>
> My family came here sooner than I thought. We moved into a place all
>together which is full of 3 floor apartment buildings with just stairs.
>We are on top. We have to share bedrooms like before. There are hills
>all around but with just grass and no forests. There are some bushes
>next to the street but they have things in them that sting. Wasps! Want
>to guess how I found out? Ha ha.
>
>School didn't start yet so I have time to make friends with all the
>kids here. My best friend is the one who is closest. He lives in the
>apartment underneath us. He couldn't live closer unless he lived with
>me. Ha ha. He is the only kid his parents have and he is my age. His
>name is Hank. He is a little taller than me. He has his own bedroom. We
>like to play war outside. The other kids like me because I die the
>best. They don't know it was just an accident.
>It happened this way. Hank shot me and I jumped up real high and did a
>spread like a starfish cartwheel in the air which I never tried before
>and landed on the side of the hill I forgot was there in the dark on
>top of my head and fell down like dropping a wet towel. Then I didn't
>move. Not because I was playing dead but because I didn't want to. I
>felt very strange like I was still in the air. My neck felt strange
>like it was loose. The boys came running to me and said it was the best
>death they had ever seen. I thought I should get up. I couldn't stay
>there all night. I didn't have a blanket with me. I moved my head and
>nothing hurt so I sat up and then stood up. The world went around a few
>times then stopped like some giant caught it nailed it down. Then we
>all went home because it was too dark to play. My head and neck hurt a
>little in the morning but that went away by lunch time. I think peanut
>butter and pineapple sandwich is good medicine. I should say the hurt
>went away. I still have my head and neck.
>
>Sometimes I have sleepovers with Hank in his place because he has room.
>One night we were sitting on his bed talking about strip poker he
>played with some older girls and boys. He noticed my PJ bottoms were
>moving. He said he would show me his if I showed him mine. We took our
>PJs off. His was stiff like a finger. Mine was like the size of my arm
>from elbow to wrist. He stared at it like he was crazy. His eyes looked
>about to pop out of his head! I thought about pushing them back in but
>figured he should do that himself but I had my hands ready to catch
>them if they fell off his face. He kept on saying WOW. I asked him
>what's the matter. He gulped. I could see and hear that. Then he said
>that's a real monster and he had never seen one so big. He said his was
>the right size for our age and mine was way too big. He said is it
>really real? I said yes. Then he reached across and grabbed it.
>I flew off the bed backward like a frightened cat in the cartoons and
>hit the wall near the ceiling before I could think. I slid down to the
>floor then stood up. It was standing up too and jumping like it was
>playing drums. I don't know which song. He said WOW again. Then he
>asked why I jumped off the bed like that. I said I don't know it just
>happens when somebody grabs me there. He said WOW again and said every
>time? and tried to grab me again and I backed away. Just then his
>mother said through the closed door are you boys alright? We said yes
>and she said we should go to sleep. We tried. I could hear him all
>night whispering WOW over and over again. He must have had some strange
>dreams.
>
>Thank you for telling me about your uncle who is like the lifeguard I
>told you about. I wish I had an uncle who was so much fun like that. It
>would be great if only I could keep from jumping away.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Great series Grant!
Thanks for taking the time to share them with us.
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