Thank you…
Tuesday morning, I was sitting alone in my room. It was a snowy morning in the house I lived in. My family was poor, so we lived in a very small ratty house. I lay on the blankets, that are on my floor, thinking about if my parents will be able to hold on to their job. As I'm lying there I hear something...Like a static. I look over to my window...I see someone out side a little far off. Suddenly I get a strong headache, the noise gets louder, and the figure moves closer. It was wearing a suit, a very tall man. I lean in closer to see it better. My headache gets worse and the sound louder. I blink and it's gone. I feel a abnormal hand grab my head. It turns me to it. It was looking in my eyes, but it didn't have any... I wake up in a bed thats not mine, but in my room. But in a way it's not my room. Everything looks different. I run up to look out the window. There were two cars in a drive way, and It appeared I was in a second story house. It was nice and sunny with no snow to be found. I turn around and see my parents, well dressed, and smiling. I was happy. No more druggie parents, no more wondering what I was going to eat that night. I didn't know how I got here, I don't care how, all I can think is Thank you.
Riff Version
Tuesday morning, a mother and a father were sitting at their dinner table, trying to balance their budget. They lived in a small but comfortable residence, and had to be very careful with money. Both parents worked as hard as they could at the only jobs they could get in the current economy so they could afford to send their only child to a decent school. Even if the child did not understand nor respect how hard they worked, how much they sacrificed, both the mother and the father would do what they could. Despite the child demanding the parents buy the latest video games and the newest iPhone because all the other kids had them, then threatening to tell teachers at school the parents were on drugs if they didn't, they still worked hard. They wanted to raise a smart, respectful, and diligent child, even if the trials of an entitled brat were wearing them down.
Then the mother heard a sound like static. She looked out the window and saw a tall, pale figure standing there, completely still. Then she blinked and the man was replaced with a group of men and women.
One of the group spoke, "We are from Crappypasta. One of our... associates has taken care of your problem. From now on, you are free."
The mother and father glanced at each other, not understanding at first. Then, they gradually realized the change. No longer could they hear the muffled ranting from their child's bedroom. No longer could they hear the demands for wanton materialism. No longer did they hear the self-indulgent whining of self-pity. The child had been taken, and to where the parents never knew.
But in the end, all they could say was, "Thank you..."
Originally posted on Crappypasta.com
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