Once upon a time there was a goofy boy named RYLAND. NOT Rowland. Rowland's my brother. RYLANDs my son. Lol it always auto capitalizes Rys name. Ignore that.
Anyways Ry turned fiurteen yesterday . Such a big boy. So proud.
Me being the responsible and loving father I am, procrastinated his birthday gift so this is it. Yeah. Shitty writing. How lovely. Leo what a thoughtful dad you are. Ha. Ha.
This will be a multiple part story
Okay so on with this.
Ry was lying on his bed staring up at his curling in silence. Light filtered in from his window and a tear dropped down his soft cheeks.
Nothing in the world made Ryland sadder than the silence that came from his friends.
Sure he could face time them but it always seemed to be at a bad time. His only sources of friendship were from texts on a screen.
Sure there was tristan and holly. But it wasn't like they got along all the time.
Ry just wanted to meet his best friends.
