Chapter Forty
It was about 7 hours when I finally saw the little farm on a hill that I call my home. I started to pick up the pace. When I reached the top of the hill I got of Charlie and started walking toward the house.
"Bradley?" I heard a voice from inside, "Bradley, my baby." The door swung open and my mom came flying out of the house. She threw her arms around my and said, "I love you so much."
She looked around and the smile faded from her face. "Where are the others?" She said with a concerned look on her face. I looked at her and she knew what I was thinking and I knew what she was thinking. I looked at her and a tear rolled down my face fretting that I would have to tell her.
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The Walk Home
Teen FictionA boy named Bradley lives an okay life so far, until he is forced to go to war. He struggles to survive. He doesn't know if he can take seeing death anymore. He wonders what he should tell his mom when he gets home. What will his mom do? Or say?
