The Little Drummer Boy
I wrote this on December 18, 2014, which means I was 11 years old. Chapter one Once upon a time, there was a little boy carrying wood. “Cecil!” his mother called, “you are being very slow with that wood!” “Yes, mother, I will be faster,” he responded. But under the heavy weight of the wood, Cecil barely gained any speed. “Now go help your father in the shop.” “Yes, Mother. Should I take him some wood for the fire?” He asked. “I suppose that would be necessary.” His mother replied. Cecil reluctantly grabbed some of the wood and toiled the five miles to the shop. As he passed through the market square, he started coughing uncontrollably, for twenty or so horses were galloping at full speed along the dusty road. “Romans.” 12-year-old Cecil heard a lady beside him mutter under her breath. Cecil scowled at that word. Herod had taken the life of his Grandfather, and with his father and mother’s talents, they would have been rich, if it weren’t for the R...