It was two, or maybe three years ago that Amelio started believing those terrible, awful, disgusting lies. The one he told and the ones told to him. This has led to two major problems in his life; a dog that won’t go near him and an amazing report card. It is horrendous and totally unacceptable to him. He longs for the days when he was made up of more truth than lies. Although he would never admit this…
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If only Amelio’s dog didn’t believe everything he heard. It was funny at first but now he wishes he had never said anything. His teachers were another story. He never expected them to be so gullible. Surely they knew that what he was saying did not have a shred of truth to it. He regrets befriending those strange people. They have him under their spell and he must escape from their evil grasp. That ostrich never did him any favours anyway.
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Amelio was an only child. Other kids with brothers and sisters assured him he was lucky. No hand me down clothes, no shared room, no watching someone else play sport every Saturday.
But Amelio was not so sure. No big brother’s Bulldogs jumper he could have when his brother got a new one. The other kids just didn’t understand how important it was to have someone to look up to. Or to be looked up to if your brother was younger. Even a younger sister would do, although that had the fourth best option.
It all started the day he found the book.
It wasn’t like any book he had seen before. there were no pictures on the cover. The cover was a thick grey board. The edge was bound with some sort of red tape. The pages were almost yellow.
Amelio sensed it was very old. maybe it had been published before the invention of the printing press. It was written by hand.
if only he hadn’t started to paint that portrait of lies… if only he hadn’t sold his dog to begin with… maybe the dog would have WANTED to come back to him. if only…
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