James, 4 years old.
A hot day in July
"Can we go get ice cream?" I asked Mom.
She nodded.
I grinned and turned towards Sarah. "Ice cream!" And then I ran towards the ice cream truck. I heard Sarah yelling "Wait for me!" And she also ran.
As we licked our ice cream cones, I told her about these people.
"Sarah! There's these people who is kidnapping kids in San Francisco!"
"Don't worry. I will protect you."
"Really? You will?"
"I promise"
I nodded.
And a hand swooped in.
He grabbed me and ran away.
I shouted and dropped my ice cream.
Sarah dropped her ice cream too and ran towards us in lightning speed. She jumped and kicked the kidnapper. He fell into a pond. I stood up, not knowing what to do.
"James! Run!"
I ran as quickly as I could.
It seems like... I won't see her...
Ever again.
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James' Life Story
Random"James! Run!" I ran as quickly as I could. It seems like... I will never see her. Ever again.
