Jasper Short Story
“Jasper!”
A small teen with hair the color of the sleek feathers of a raven, and eyes the color of the sky on a sunny afternoon glances up. “Hey, Doc,” Jasper drawls dully.
Those who don’t usually talk to Jasper are usually puzzled by the teen’s low, monotone voice. But Doctor Xavier Hart is one of very few people who talk to Jasper on a daily basis.
“It’s your mother,” the doctor says sadly. “She’s dead. I’m so sorry, Jasper.”
Jasper sighs and turns around. He starts walking toward the forest near the compound, violently kicking rocks away as he goes. He hears some of the other kids in the compound laughing. Jasper shakes his head and takes off running toward the forest.
He runs through the dense forest, dodging trees, hurdling roots, and
A small teen with hair the color of the sleek feathers of a raven, and eyes the color of the sky on a sunny afternoon glances up. “Hey, Doc,” Jasper drawls dully.
Those who don’t usually talk to Jasper are usually puzzled by the teen’s low, monotone voice. But Doctor Xavier Hart is one of very few people who talk to Jasper on a daily basis.
“It’s your mother,” the doctor says sadly. “She’s dead. I’m so sorry, Jasper.”
Jasper sighs and turns around. He starts walking toward the forest near the compound, violently kicking rocks away as he goes. He hears some of the other kids in the compound laughing. Jasper shakes his head and takes off running toward the forest.
He runs through the dense forest, dodging trees, hurdling roots, and