Kyle wandered through the dense forest, his back bended because of the heavy weight of his backpack. He wanted to escape. Forever. His amber eyes scanned the forest... Bad news. "Hey hey hey... What've we got here?" Kyle stopped dead in his tracks. "You again." he said, trying his best to hide his tongue. The old woman laughed. "Again?" she shook her head. "Kyle, going out on an adventure AGAIN?" she grabbed his shirt and spoke closely to his face. "Having FUN?!" she shouted. Kyle felt tears rollin down his face, his amber eyes glowing with anger. "Why's EVERYTHING fun is bad? Why? You wicked old woman, let go of me! It's not like you're EVER my mother or something! You're just a human!" he said, a little slurred and muffled as he hid his tongue. That was the last straw. The old woman dragged him home by his collar, screaming and shouting. "It's lucky that I took you in and NOT selling you as a slave, you ungrateful little brat." she blared and opened the door with a bang. She took him to a dark room, without a source of light. She threw him in. "From now on, I'll be treating you as other normal humans do. I'm locking you in." she said, and closed the door. Everything went dark. Kyle felt his tongue beginning to hiss. "You're not my mother, you're a human." he said darkly. "And I have a real mother, I know she's still alive." ___ So in this story, Kyle was secretly adopted by the old woman, who's now Kyle's, the humat, foster mother. But Kyle was sick of her, so he tried to run away. He hates humans as he hates the darkness and hell, and he still believes his real mother was still alive... ...when she's not. Nggghhh I hope you enjoy my entry WW....
