Aaron: A Fictional Narrative

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Aaron lived in San Francisco with his two parents and his older brother. For most people this was as good as it could get having two successful parents, but Aaron felt disconnected from his parents. It didn’t matter that they provided for him. “How were your days?” asked their father. “It was good,” said Gerold as he put down his football pads, “Our coach wasn’t at practice so I ran it myself. It was fun because I like being the captain” “What about you, Aaron?” “Fine.” said Aaron as he walked off to his room. “We had another math test today and it went well.” said Gerold. “Keep bringing those A’s home!” said his father. Aaron shut his door and set his backpack down by his desk. He took out his English test …show more content…

Aaron still sat on his bed. He looked out his window and saw Gerold drive off. He went over to his piggy bank. He dumped his money out on the floor and began counting it. He had been saving up his money for months now but he didn’t know what he wanted. “Aaron?” called his parents. “We are leaving to go to you and your brother’s conferences. We will be back in a couple hours.” The front door slammed shut. Aaron Gathered his money and opened up his bedroom door. He looked out of his window to make sure that his parents had left. He grabbed a snack and left his house.
He walked into town and saw all of the large buildings and small corner stores. He gazed at all of the bright lights and big signs. He heard a dog bark. He tried to find the source of the barking but he couldn’t. After a few more blocks of walking he ran into the pet shop. He walked in the store and saw all of the dogs and cats playing with each other. The walls were covered in bright colors. Fish tanks lined the back wall. The store was filled with pet owners chatting. Aaron smiled. He had fallen in love with this …show more content…

“Looks like that little fish needs some loving,” said the employee as he chuckled at his joke. “Do you want to buy a tank and some food for him?’ asked the employee.
“Yes,” responded Aaron, “But I don’t have too much dough on me so I’ll need a small tank.” The employee showed him a small tank that was perfect for his goldfish and grabbed the right food for him. Aaron left the store with his new friend, fish food, and 17 cents that was left over. He ran all the way home with a big smile on his face.
When he arrived back home, he ran back to his room and shut his door. He put his new friend on his night stand so it would be right next to him as he slept. He brought his homework over to his bed to keep his goldfish company. He didn’t feel as lonely as he had before. He didn’t really mind doing his homework anymore. A little spark had ignited his fire again. He worked harder than he had ever worked before and he finished his paper in record time.
“Hey there little guy,” said Aaron as he leaned in closer to the fish tank, “What should I call you?” He sat there and thought about all of the names that his goldfish could have. “I think you look like a

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