--Chapter 3--

Losing The Night

I've given up hope. Why? Because I think that hope's pretty much given up on me.

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It's been 5 years since our parents death. I'm not home most of the time because I have to work to make money. NightSwift is always at home. It's kind of sad that I really never see him. He's usually asleep when I get home. But what else can I really do. If I don't get money we could have our house taken away. We could be separated. Or we could even starve. I don't like thinking about what could happen. It's hard to work at such a young age. NightSwift and I can't go to school. It's been 5 hard years.

"Storm I can't live like this anymore." NightSwift says quietly to himself. " I need some action in my life, like an adventure." NightSwift jumps up from his seat, " THAT'S IT AN ADVENTURE!" NightSwift yells. Without another word he leaves the house.

---Later that Night----

"NightSwift!", I call out. "I know that it's been hard for you these past few years." I continued. "So I've saved up enough money to buy you a Laptop.", I pull a flat black computer out of a bag. 

"....", There was no answer.

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sorry for the short chapter.