The Story of Ace Tucker
ONE MONTH AGO I was only one month old when the trauma begun. It all started when my mother, my older brother and I went running down a big patch of land, just playing and laughing about. It was a nice, breezy day, when I heard a roaring noise in the air. 'Did you hear that?' I asked worriedly. 'I sure did.' replied my brother. My mother looked up into the sky. So did I. But there was nothing in sight. 'It must have been our imaginations.' my mother said, trying to sound cheerful, but it was pretty obvious she was just as worried as my brother and I were. We decided to ignore the noise and continue our play in the field. Something that we shouldn't have done. If only we had been sensible and went home. If only we hadn't ignored the noise. If only, if only, if only… But it was too late now. The roar of the noise grew louder, louder and louder. But our laughs and conversations were all we could hear....