Adventures of the Son of Cold
A soft moan was heard from a 12-year-old boy with tanned skin and long, wavy hair that reached his waist. His stature was that of large and plump. He stood 5'0, rather short for his age. He wore a mixed expression of anger and sleep. "Zeke!" A female voice called his name. He modeled a large white shirt with green pajama pants and sandals on his feet. He trotted down the hallway of the medium four-bedroom house he lived in with his mother, grandfather, and father - occasionally. His father always went away when his birthday came around-October 17. He slowly reached the kitchen, sitting down at the table where he saw his mother, with the same warm brown eyes he always had known. And waffles. "Are you excited for your first day of middle school?" His mother asked him, smiling at him. "No, I'm a target." "Target?" He nodded. "I'm short, fat, look like a girl, and have super long hair. target." She smiled at her son ...