Working at least

Okay, I'm going to be as brave as TT. Here is what I just wrote, completely unedited, rough first draft. It isn't my piggybacking and therefor what I should be working on, but it is what was on my mind today. I really am going to have to buckle down, pick a project and run with it, like Jan did, if I am ever going to accomplish anything... I get that... but dang it's hard. So anyway, here's what I've got: [it is the beginning of a larger idea that I had]

Lost

To Carter the world couldn’t get much better than this. Yesterday he had turned eight and his mom and dad had gotten him the 10-speed he had been begging and pleading and dying for. They had told him over and over that he wasn’t old enough for one yet, always careful not to say ‘too little’ because of course Carter was huge. Not fat, just huge. He hulked over the other second graders and was happier about summer vacation than even his new bike. No more teasing, no more jokes. His dad told him over and over, Carter, you have a responsibility. Your size gives you an advantage, but because of that, you can’t use it. What was the point of being a big ole freak if he couldn’t even pound on the shrimpy little snots who teased him for it?
He turned as he came up to the Shelton house. He loved to look at it. It had a tower, just like a castle, and Jaymie Shelton lived in the room at the top, just like a princess. He hoped she would look out her window and see him on his new bike. Maybe she would wave, and he would wave back, and then she’d put up the window and call down for him to wait and then…and then…
There was something splattered across the glass on the big patio door. There were no sounds, no music, no tv noise coming from the house. It was creepy and quiet. Something was wrong. Then suddenly a sharp, blaring noise pierced the silent afternoon, and Carter yanked his bike around and raced for home.