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Ok I know its long but im 14 and i just had this idea, this is part 2 if you want you can read part 2 but not needed. I know it not broken up but you can higlight it with your mouse. Thank you let me know what you think of it. ......Issac opened the rusty door and let the crisp, musty air flood into his lungs illuminated him with life and freshness. He walked quickly even though his feet hurt and he longed for a mage. He thought of his mother's last words to him before her soul escaped her body leaving Isaac a lonely wanderer searching for reasons, "Everything will work out in the end Isaac, my precious boy." Of course Isaac knew his mother was lying, its in their job description. His mothers look barged into his mind. The delicate, smooth, clean smell of her hair, partly illuminated by the radiating lights of the trailer park's lights on the Fourth of July. The way her face seemed so fragile, as if it might shatter into a million shining pieces if touched by a feather. A warm, majestic tear traveled down his cheek revealing so many emotions held in, so many fears, wishes, wants, and worries of the world. They all could be found in the insignifigant little teardrop produced by Isaac McArthur, the small irish boy, a wasted life, but not being able to accept this crucial fact. He wondered why he wanted to go see Peter and Raymond. Raymond Grieveses was the oldest of them, almost being fifteen born on the twelfth of February. He was the strongest of their group of five. There was himself and Raymond. There was also, Peter Tuscuro, a chubby, red-cheeked boy that struggled to keep up with them. Isaacs’s favorite had to be Terry Dugranes, as he was always making fun of the group’s mothers, not that it meant anything, but it was always appreciated within the group when a mother joke was made. The group also contained a newcomer who moved into their small tribe last year. Her name was Abigail Martuachio, and boy did Isaac love her. She was a small thing all round, but she knew how to take care of herself. Rumors surrounded her that she made a high school freshman scream uncle when she twisted his hand backwards and punched the freshman’s chubby fingers. Isaac liked her. He liked the way her hair followed her and blew on a windy day. Her face had a serine look of beauty. It had not a mark on it. Her eyes formed such an equal closing on the end of them, giving her sophisticated look. Her hair was a light blond. It mixed with the outside sun to make it radiant and fill his heart with joy. Isaac blinked and laughed at his day-dreaming. Isaac stopped and looked around the small trailer park. Oh how he longed to travel to New York. He pictured it in his mind, great giants, booming industries, deals being made and dreams coming true. He sniffed a great smell into his small lungs. Fresh dirt never smelt so damn amazing. He ran down alley, his muddy sneakers plopping up and down on the slimy dirt. The small white trailer with two bright green stripes on the side came into Isaac’s view.