Blue Lake: A Fictional Narrative

Justin and Kenny was having fun swimming in Blue Lake, suddenly Kenny got out of the water, “I need to go home I am going fishing with my grandpa,” he said grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist. “I will see you later.”
“Call me later,” Justin said watching his friend ride down the gavel road. “I wish I had a Grandpa, but mine are all dead,” Justin said, with sadness in his voice. “I’m going to take a short cut and go home.”
While riding down the pathway he could hear his mother warning him to stay away from the old house. “You never know what might happen to you if go near it,” she would say, but he ignored her as he had done many times before taking a short cut across the field to get home quicker. Riding along the path, he
“Mr. Cassidy, why don’t you use the old truck to take your cans to the center? It would be so much easier. That is if it’ll start,” Justin said snickering. “Who told you my name, Sonny? What’s yours?” Leaning against his cart again. He was unaware anyone in town cared enough about him to know his name. After a few moments, he was ready to go again.
"Wait a minute, I know you,” the old man declared.
“You know me?” Justin was surprised.
"Everyone in town knows Justin Anderson. Your mother is President of the Women’s Club, and your dad owns the Anderson’s Architectural Firm. When you go home tell your mother, the old man said hello, and I’m doing just fine,” he said laughing and clapping his hands. “Now, go on home and leave me alone.”
“Okay.”
Mr. Cassidy stared at the boy and wished they could talk. “Maybe someday we can.”
“Did you say something?” Justin asked. “I only wanted to help.”
"Life is tough we don’t always get everything we want. Now do we?" Chuckling as he gave the cart a big shove.
“Oh, sure,” Justin said sitting on his bike. I was stupid talking with him. What would I have done if he had grabbed me? I would have ended up in his basement. That is