Narrator: Well today I will tell you the story of a boy who goes by the name of Mike ...
Mike is a cheerful, happy and kind boy, he has great qualities and values, but all those values ​​would go away ...
Pov mike
The bright light of the sun collided with my face making it glow and take on a pale color, the breeze of the air that collided with my body making it feel a little chill...
Sitting on the bank of a river accompanied by my faithful friend
Let's go Chuck, Dad must be waking up by now -he stops and then takes a walk and starts his way home-
Narrates Mike
Well, how to start? I know, my name is Mike Randell I'm 14 years old and this is my dog ​​Chuck
Chuck is my faithful friend, he is the best of all and the only one because when you are a millionaire you must know how to choose your friendships since most of the people who approach me do so with a greedy intention ...
My father is billionaire Dan Randell
He is a man who has forged his path of greatness, according to him I must continue it and continue to maintain the family business at the top.
I would like to tell you that I am not interested in taking over the company, because I want to dedicate myself to something else.
Singer? I would love to
Writer? It would be interesting
Painter? Neeh, it happened
So many options but ..., I can't choose any, sometimes I feel as if my destiny was already written and I don't like that because I would like to write it myself, choose my own options as if it were a tell tale video game, too bad life is not a video game and we just have to accept our destiny...
End pov mike
Hours after 3pm
Dad, where are you going? -Our protagonist says curious-
Business, you are still too young to understand it -He says monotonously and then leaves the mansion leaving Mike "alone" in it-
Well ... we're alone again Chuck -He says something sad-
Wof wof -the dog barks-
Come on let's go! -He goes to the door but first collects his keys and then leaves the house-
8pm
I'm here! -she yells and then that scream ends in an echo that is heard throughout the mansion-
Father?! -He shouts again so as not to receive any answer-
He will be late again -He says sadly as he closes the door and goes to his room-
Storyteller
Again our young protagonist was accompanied by his faithful companion «la soledad», while holding a light guitar which causes a pleasant sound for seconds later the melody is accompanied by the boy's pleasant voice ....
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
...
Storyteller
Several minutes after Mike's talent show.
A silence encompasses the entire room
A pleasant silence which indicates that the boy was about to fall asleep ...
Next day
Storyteller
The sunlight came through the window falling into Mike's room causing him to get up little by little as the sunlight fell on his face.
End of narration
Aaaaah -the black-haired man gives a big yawn- Today is a new day -He says while stretching-
Hours later
Storyteller
The boy was waiting at the door of his house for his father because he had not arrived and after several hours he receives a call from the family lawyer, this call would change Mike's life.
Mike: Hello Dr. Dean -He says confused because he did not call him for small things so I deduced that it was something serious-
Dean: Young Randell you must be strong
-He says seriously-
Mike: em ... Ok -He says still confused and with some fear because he already imagined what I could tell him-
Dean: his father died young Randell
Narrator: a silence filled the mansion this is counteracted by the sound of the boy's cell phone touching the floor...
Thus began the story of Mike, a boy with dreams which were ruined and denied ... But
Is there always time to fulfill them? True?
10 years later
Curse! Like they can't find that motherfucker! -Says an annoying young brown man-
Young Randell, you don't have to get angry -The lawyer says something scared-
Dean, Dean, Dean !! -He walks slowly towards the lawyer-
Do you know how much I have dreamed of that moment ?! To see them in the bars !! Damn incompetent if they don't do it, I'll do it -he leaves the room-
Dean now get out of here -He says seriously- this is going to get ugly
Narrates Mike
After the discussion with my lawyer, I went to my office annoyed ...
If they don't ... I will!
Who said that heroes don't exist?
Mike Randell or The Guardian .....
Well here I am Dogo_Sovietico with a new story, I hope you like this prologue: 3 because it is made with a lot of affection and love for you.