Confession

  Dirt covers the little fighter’s white suit, around his waist he wears a holster, his guns would sit in them if he wasn’t always holding them. He never switches his standing position as he stands in the dirt, his elbows are bent at a 90 degree angle with the two guns pointed up in the air, he has broad shoulder, yet a slim waist, and his leg stand apart as his feet point towards either direction. Often times he will fall over all of a sudden because his balance is not normal. His feet are not be planted the right way on the ground so even a little poke with one’s finger could make him topple over. He was a lifeless man, who couldn’t do anything by himself. Yet, he was very much loved by a little boy, named Tommy. He was only eleven but Tommy would take care of the little fighter man as best as he can. Tommy is his master, and because of that he makes the little fighter do whatever Tommy desires and his imagination for all of that still runs wild at eleven years old. Tommy’s mother has no idea that the little fighter hides under his bed at night, if she knew, Tommy would be in so much trouble. Tommy knew it was wrong of him to steal fifty dollars from his mom but he couldn’t help it the little fighter was almost sold out and she refused to buy it for Tommy. So when his mom was taking her afternoon nap, Tommy dug around in his mom cheetah printed purse to pull out the money. Then Tommy walked to the toy store three blocks away, he knew it was pure luck and that he has to buy it because when he got there there was only one little fighter left. Once he bought the little fight he opened up the package and threw it away in the trash outside of the store so his mother wouldn’t find the evidence. Tommy feels a little remorseful but he knows he deserves this toy, and now if his mother every finds out she’ll take the little fighter away.