Hello.

So I asked you about the story starting a few weeks ago. The second story got the most votes, so here after all these weeks is the finished product.



“I think we should have children" said Emma.Milk and cereal got spat all over the table. "Wh... What?" stuttered Harold."I said, I think we should have children because we're getting old and as a matter of fact I think we should have twelve of them” More milk and cereal got spat all over the table."No." said Harold grimly." Yes.""No.""Fine, then we put up a help wanted sign." Said Emma also being grim."No.""If we can’t do either of those, then we elect our highest rank member president so that when we die the Cloud Bank won’t go out of order!!!""No.""Yes.""No"."Yes"."No"."No". she said as she attempted to trick him into saying yes"Yes"."YAY.”"Fine", said Harold "we'll have twelve babies but only twelve, okay?""Okay". Emma said happily.

CHAPTER TWO

Karl, who was the youngest of Harold and Emma’s dozen children, was mad, he was always mad, most of the time he did not know why, but he was still always mad.
“Ahhhh” shouted Harold “put that stick down your gonna poke somebody’s eye out with that”. “I don’t care” shouted Karl “I’m gonna rule your bank, and then you can’t tell me what to do.” Eventually a cage door slammed shut “let us out Karl or your sons will take over you.” Harold said comforting a weeping Emma.
For their last ten years Harold and Emma spent their
time in a cage instead of cuddling there two
grandchildren much. However, every now and then one of the children would find their way into the cellar. Both children were extremely smart, so every time one of them got into the cellar, Harold and Emma were able to cuddle their grandchildren; until one day Karl found out about the kids and he moved the couple to a whole different room. The kids never found them again and then two years after he moved them they died.
“You will never be a good father if you make your kids janitors just so that you can keep a prophecy from being true?” shouted Karen “I’m going to Paris!”
“Fine then go to Paris” shouted Karl “I’d be happier without you.”
“Fine” shouted Karen, “I’m going.”
“Well, see you later then, Bye.”
Two months later Karen had gotten to Paris where she finally was able to reveal her secret and have a baby which she called Zaq, and not go around saying “Do I look fat?”
Ten years later after Zaq had heard tons of stories about his father, during his mom’s dying week, decided that it was time for him to stand up, get an attorney, sue his dad, and take over the Cloud Bank which surprisingly worked. In doing, so he sent his dad to jail, rescued his brothers from being janitors and won the Cloud Bank for himself and his brothers.


So how do you like it. I personally think it's very good for my first story ever. Thanks and good bye.




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