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Don’t Keep it to Yourself

Kattda
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Synopsis
Twelve year old Chase Payne is an Italian boy living in the early 20th century America. After his fathers absence and his mothers bakery failing to stay a-boat, Chase becomes some what lonely. That is, until he meets his destined friends, one by one, that not only help him, but he helps them as well. “Don’t keep it to yourself” is a phrase that is remembered by an important character in the series and is said by Chase himself. (yeah that’s the story behind the title.) “Follow along Chase and encounter different stories with each one.” Is what I would say, but it’s true. I expected this story to have a fantasy/sword art online style type thing but it wouldn’t make sense so I scratched it off and just made it a basic slice of life story. Hope you enjoy. (Don’t expect much out of it though)
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1.0

One might say that America is the prosperous land of fortune - others say it's the land of the free. But I say it's just a rude country. Mostly because they won't buy mamma's hand baked bread because she's a woman. We used to be prosperous in our little bakery, but that was before padre left for the military.

Or so mamma told me.

I doubt it though because not even a letter I've gotten in 2 years.

And also because I don't have friends. I blame America for that.

I sighed and looked out my rooms window from where I was sitting at. At least it wasn't like England's dark sky - yet not as beautiful as Italy's. I got up and headed out my room to the bakery that was underneath our small home.

"Morning mamma." I said, going into the baking area where mamma was.

"Piccolo~Help me put this dough into the oven. It's too heavy."

"Okay."

I grabbed the other end of the tray of bread as mamma held the other side and in it went into the fireplace.

"Finito."

"Grazie, my boy."

"Anything else?"

"If you don't mind, help me prepare this next set of batter."

"Mamma."

"Yes dear?"

"Why make so much of it? This is like the 15th batch and no ones entered the store."

Mamma's eyes looked slightly hurt before returning to her Italian senses.

"Just help me with this batter and go back to your room and study. Okay Chase?"

I should've expected it, but I was still surprised when she called me by my name. Usually it's "Piccolo" or "Amore" but hardly my name. (She kinda regrets calling me an English name and not Italian but it was my fathers choice.)

"Yes Ma-"

I stopped when I heard the bakery door open. Mamma and I went out the baking area in a hurry and into the main room. That's when we saw a scruffy looking boy - shirtless.