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The Life of One Through the Eyes of Many
Hopefully this turns out better than some of my other stories, I'm trying another epic, I haven't decided whether or not to put humor into it, I guess we'll just see. Give me feedback or I'll throw things. It only gets better with feedback.
And now, The Life of One Through the Eyes of Many!
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I was only in elementary school when I first met Freddie. Frederick L. Manesworth IV to be exact. He was the new kid, so I, being the cool, popular, big man on the playground, made it my personal mission to put this newcomer in his place.
Freddie soon became the kid who was always off by himself, doing what we all thought was homework, scribbling into a little red notebook constantly. He was always by himself, which didn't help his popularity any.
Now, realize that we are in Wisconsin at this point, because, if you know Wisconsin, you know they have a harsh winter for 3 months or more almost every year. For most people, this is a time to go inside to do work, not true for Freddie. He would sit outside under a tree and scribble away through gloved hand. This kid was weird and we knew it.
"Yo Mike! Plaster him with a snowball!!"
"Ok!!"
I picked up a pile of snow and formed it into a ball with my hands. I packed it good and hard, so it was more of a chunk of ice than snow now. I drew my arm back, poised for release, aimed, and threw.
The snowball sailed perfectly, headed directly towards Freddie's face, when Freddie's gloved hand shot up and caught the snowball. His eyes grew menacing and he whipped it back at an extreme force. The snowball planted itself firmly in my ear and the pain was unbearable. I looked around, my friends had run away, and it was just me, and Freddie, scratching away at the notebook with such a fervor as I couldn't believe.
Suddenly I wondered what he wrote in that notebook, Twelve year-olds don't write constantly.
"Why do you always write in that notebook?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"Realize that as soon as you find out, you will never fit in with your friends again."
"I don't care."
"Alright, I need you to make a pact with me."
"Why?"
"You will see shortly."
"Ok, I will."
"From this day forward, you serve me as your leader, you will honor my word as law, and in turn, you will be seen as my second in command in all affairs."
"umm, ok."
In the book were blueprints. Of weapons, of vehicles, and not just the doodles that some young boys do. These plans were down to the last screw, and were extremely impressive.
"Woah!" I exclaimed at an extremely detailed picture of a miniature stealth aircraft.
"Would you like to see it?"
"You mean you BUILT one of these?"
"Precisely."
"Hell yeah I want to see it."
I followed Freddie home that night. He lived in the rich part of town, which I should have expected from a boy with a roman numeral after his name. We walked around a house that could have held twelve of mine, out back to what appeared to be a toolshed converted into a hangar.
There, under a sheet, was "Panther."
"Let's go blow something up"
Freddie's voice startled me, but I was in too much awe to do anything but hop into the copilot's seat and go for a little flight.
"My father says that he's getting taxed too high by these damn democrats, let's go blow up their headquarters."
"Alright, I guess." My father had also been b*tching about the damn democrats, and I also wanted to shoot something.
Panther was like a roller-coaster and a video game combined, it was great. Soon, those damn democrats were no more, and we were on our way home.
"The GOP funds my research, by the way, that was a little gift for them."
I was ready to back out, but I was now in too deep. I had given my word, and besides, I didn't want to tick off a kid with a stealth fighter/bomber as an afterschool hobby.
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That's right folks, our once ruler was the one responsible for the mysterious destruction of the democratic national headquarters. That was testimony from a recent interview with Head honcho Mike Andersen.
When we return we will speak with Manesworth's brother, his wife, and two of his children. This is action 5 news!
And now, The Life of One Through the Eyes of Many!
---
I was only in elementary school when I first met Freddie. Frederick L. Manesworth IV to be exact. He was the new kid, so I, being the cool, popular, big man on the playground, made it my personal mission to put this newcomer in his place.
Freddie soon became the kid who was always off by himself, doing what we all thought was homework, scribbling into a little red notebook constantly. He was always by himself, which didn't help his popularity any.
Now, realize that we are in Wisconsin at this point, because, if you know Wisconsin, you know they have a harsh winter for 3 months or more almost every year. For most people, this is a time to go inside to do work, not true for Freddie. He would sit outside under a tree and scribble away through gloved hand. This kid was weird and we knew it.
"Yo Mike! Plaster him with a snowball!!"
"Ok!!"
I picked up a pile of snow and formed it into a ball with my hands. I packed it good and hard, so it was more of a chunk of ice than snow now. I drew my arm back, poised for release, aimed, and threw.
The snowball sailed perfectly, headed directly towards Freddie's face, when Freddie's gloved hand shot up and caught the snowball. His eyes grew menacing and he whipped it back at an extreme force. The snowball planted itself firmly in my ear and the pain was unbearable. I looked around, my friends had run away, and it was just me, and Freddie, scratching away at the notebook with such a fervor as I couldn't believe.
Suddenly I wondered what he wrote in that notebook, Twelve year-olds don't write constantly.
"Why do you always write in that notebook?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"Realize that as soon as you find out, you will never fit in with your friends again."
"I don't care."
"Alright, I need you to make a pact with me."
"Why?"
"You will see shortly."
"Ok, I will."
"From this day forward, you serve me as your leader, you will honor my word as law, and in turn, you will be seen as my second in command in all affairs."
"umm, ok."
In the book were blueprints. Of weapons, of vehicles, and not just the doodles that some young boys do. These plans were down to the last screw, and were extremely impressive.
"Woah!" I exclaimed at an extremely detailed picture of a miniature stealth aircraft.
"Would you like to see it?"
"You mean you BUILT one of these?"
"Precisely."
"Hell yeah I want to see it."
I followed Freddie home that night. He lived in the rich part of town, which I should have expected from a boy with a roman numeral after his name. We walked around a house that could have held twelve of mine, out back to what appeared to be a toolshed converted into a hangar.
There, under a sheet, was "Panther."
"Let's go blow something up"
Freddie's voice startled me, but I was in too much awe to do anything but hop into the copilot's seat and go for a little flight.
"My father says that he's getting taxed too high by these damn democrats, let's go blow up their headquarters."
"Alright, I guess." My father had also been b*tching about the damn democrats, and I also wanted to shoot something.
Panther was like a roller-coaster and a video game combined, it was great. Soon, those damn democrats were no more, and we were on our way home.
"The GOP funds my research, by the way, that was a little gift for them."
I was ready to back out, but I was now in too deep. I had given my word, and besides, I didn't want to tick off a kid with a stealth fighter/bomber as an afterschool hobby.
---
That's right folks, our once ruler was the one responsible for the mysterious destruction of the democratic national headquarters. That was testimony from a recent interview with Head honcho Mike Andersen.
When we return we will speak with Manesworth's brother, his wife, and two of his children. This is action 5 news!
Your mentor??? Are you studying to become a crazed inventor of evil killing machines too? 
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