James Falling

One time, there was a happy family, the Falling's. A wonderful family. One thing they all did, was they had their backs, because that's what families do. It was a family of 4. Frank Falling, the father, Samantha Falling, the mother, Jake Falling, the older brother, and James Falling, the youngest.

James Falling was frequently bullied by his older brother, though they were 3 years apart. James being 10, Jake being 13. No one ever seemed to care about James's feelings. He only had one friend. Jane Green. Jane Green was a very kind girl. Or so it seems. At school one day James found himself alone, on the swings. Jane came, but not to talk. She changed. She joined a bully group that bullied James since kindergarten. Jane pushed him off the swing, and took it for herself. James was staring. Jane was swinging and kicked James in the face with the swing. "Oops, didn't see you there!" said Jane. James ran home. Sobbing.

James got inside, ran to his room and sobbed. His brother came in, and saw him. "Aw, what a crybaby!" James ran out of the house.

He found a forest. He assumed nothing out of the ordinary could happen there. He was walking in. Farther, and farther. He saw a hole. A big one. Never seen one like it. He stood close, and...tripped. James was falling at incredible speeds. At the next day, he was on the news. "Reported kid falling into a gigantic hole in a forest, the body has not been found." His parents were devastated. His brother walked down. "Yo what is u-" He saw the news. He was very guilty.

At the school, people were talking and talking. As guilty as ever, Jane never forgave herself. James however, did die, but something happened. He was reborn. He was still wearing his black hoodie, but the sleeves were ripped off. His left arm was green. He had a pitch black face. His jeans were ripped. James now haunts, his brother, and Jane, and will never stop.

He has been caught on camera, but the photographer did not make it out alive.