The chronicles of a Boy- The Begining start

[kenji-chan]

Konichiwa! I am Kenji. I dont have much experience in writing, and I am not sure how what I post will be like. It is a story I have been working on. (I want to say something that altought the story is fiction the people I am using are real they are my friends and family, having said that you may bash them as much as you want!)

Idont have much just yet but I want to know what you think and if anyone is willing to help with spelling grammer and things such as that I dont consider it rude to help with this. I consider it to be very nice. Please tell me what you think.
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The boy’s eyes fluttered open. He groaned, realizing that his head had a big bump on it. He started to reach with his hands and was stopped. He looked and saw that his hands and legs were restricted against a wall. He looked around the room and couldn’t see much. The only light was coming from a little hole in the ceiling that spread a pool of light about two feet in diameter around him. His thoughts were the same as that first night. “How do I get out of here? My hands aren’t restrained in cuffs behind my back like they were – this will be harder to get out of.” He was interrupted by a door opening – he looked up quickly, wondering where the noise came from because he couldn’t figure it out. This scared him because his main sense was sight and he couldn’t see where the intruder was. He thought, “here is my father again.” He was expecting the tall slim figure of his father; instead he found a small lanky figure of a young boy. The boy spoke, his smile slightly sinister, “Hello Kenji, it’s been a while.” The boy’s eyes widened as he realized, “brother?”


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The night was dark, darker than it should have been, as the women stepped hurriedly through the puddles that were from the previous night. Slipping off the main road onto a smaller alley way picking up her pace from a hurried walk to a flat out run, she clutched the tinny crying basket to her chest. Finally reaching her destination she ran up the stairs to the apartment reaching that basterds of a man’s door. She set the crying basket down leaving a card with one word on it a name in fact. “Kenji” is what it said. She banged on the door loudly several times and disappeared.

Not much longer it was until the door to the apartmen was opened and a man of nearlly forty stepped out onto the deck. his hair coal black sliding into his eyes as his head bent over the little boy crying in his baket. picking up the card he half smiles "i see your kenji huh", he reaches and picks up the basket carring it into his house, "let's finnd you something to eat."


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this is what i have so far i will try again tomarow. byebye.