lori

Once there was a little boy who lived in a house next to the beach.He was getting sick of the beach because he had been living there for more then 12 years.12 years of the little boys life.All he wishes for is to be able to move to land so he can have his owwn motorbike and land so he can ride his motorbike on it.One day when he was came home from school he heard his his parents fighting. They where fighting because he dosnt really know all he herad was his parents blaming it on him.He drop his bag an ran to the beach he sat on a rock looking into the nice blue sky crying.A guy was walking past he came over an said “are u alright there chap”.The little boy said “no not really” the guy sat down an said “well my names john” the boy said my names “ couper” in a sad voice.The boy told him the story the guy said “its okay mate parents fight thats just life buddie” but they dont have” the right to blame it on you” .He said “well what do i do”.The guy just said “go talk to your parents”.The boy said “okay but will it work though?.The guy just said”yes”.so the boy left to go home he talked to his parents and sorted things out.A yera later the boy was living his dream,out in the country with a motorbike,he was enjoying his life.THE END