The Faceless Storyteller Part 1 (Short Story)

 

The Faceless Storyteller

You see, I am just a 12 year old kid. How am i supposed to know about the world as an adult. Growing up wasn’t part of the plan but i can’t stop it.

Part 1.

Coming back from school, the kid only had one choice how was he supposed to pass the day until the next morning. As his parents wasn’t in good terms and they were having a conversation regarding divorce. The atmosphere of the house wasn’t something suitable for a 12 year old Kid. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he heard the words of two adults arguing over their marriage.

Hey! A warm voice whispered from behind it was his big brother. Tall and handsome going to college and an A class student but he is the kindest person he knew right now, without him he might be lost.

Come with me Glenn! His brother called him, How was your day? He asked with a huge smile. Same old replied Glenn. It’s annoying isn’t it? “ Everyday you are dealing with this same shit” but mark my words this will make you stronger and a very wiser person for tomorrow.

As Glenn almost with a crying face nodded his head, holding his tears. A hand patted his head as if the person knew that that kid is barely standing but he must,to face this harsh storm.

Next morning.

Glenn wakes up and saw his brother left early and his mother prepared his meal and went for work, his father is still fast asleep and snoring thunder crackers.

Last night, Glenn had a stong moment with his brother that’s why he look up to him and want to be like his brother someday, “ Strong, Trustworthy” A man with compassion and kind heart. During the Class a scream came from nowhere “HUUWAAAAHHH” it was none other then Chico his classmate. His teacher got angry and shouted “Chico, what was that about?”. Chico remained silent and he got punished for his act.

Chico was a tough character to judge even for adults he was much like Glenn, An introvert barely talks but he had a presence of a tiger. Everybody respected him as he was good in studies and sports but his mind works in mysterious ways.

Glenn and Chico wasn’t very close but that day during recess Glenn asked “Seriously, What was that about?” “I was trying a super move” replied Chico. Glenn stares at him with a questionable face. “ I was playing Super Drive Demon las night” Chico said smiling. Glenn smiled back. ‘Funny’ Chico said, ‘What? Glenn asked. This is the first time i see you smiling.

As day passes by Glenn itching his head and tapping his foot, he doesn’t want to go back home to the same old house “It’s a bottemless pit” Glenn thought. He is afraid one day it will suck him in and he won’t be able to come back. So, he should just leave home and go far away as possible. As Glenn going through his regular depressing thoughts a gust of wind hit his body like a tornado. He saw a stranger calling his name at first he ignored him as he looked suspicious. But the man was persistent he shouted “KID!” “ I came from very far away and i am supposed to help you out”.

“Who are you?” Glenn shouted back form far away. People call me “ The Faceless Storyteller”.