Part of my story

PART 1

The morning sun drifted out of the white clouds, creating a hot muggy day. Midgets
T-shirt stuck to his back, his endless sweat creating quite an annoyance. He was lying in the green grass, avoiding the moist yellow patches he knew a dog named Monster had a habit of peeing on. Midget could hear the gales of laughter children across the road were emitting; they were running around for school recess.
Midget scrounged around in his pocket until his hand touched the surface of his peanut-butter candy bar he had put in there a week ago. Midget had a habit of not changing his clothes very often. It was alright, his mother didn’t care. His mother didn’t change her clothes very often, either. She was quite lazy, although she did seem to exercise daily. Midget’s mother was downtown again, getting yet another haircut. Her blonde hair was so short these days, and Midget complained about it to her, but his mother didn’t speak, she just walked away, stiff and rigid. Sometimes she was like that, very sensitive at times.
“Midgetine Carlos?”
It was his mother’s voice. Only his mother called him that, although Midget had told her countless times to stop calling him that. It was an embarrassing name. Midget hadn’t heard his mother’s car pull up in the drive-way; he had been too busy daydreaming.
“Yeah, mom?”
“Midgetine, we’re moving.”
Midget looked up, bewildered.
“NO!” He said, very alarmed at the prospect.
“I am not moving again! Never!”
At this he turned and ran down the grey and dusty street, not looking behind him. Midget could suddenly hear the scream of his mother,
“MIDGET!! WATCH OUT, THERE’S A CAR BEHIND YOU!!”

PART 2

The car collided with Midget. He could hear his bones rattle inside his body when the car hit him; it felt as if he were being smashed, pulverized, into a mushy pulp. The kind of thing witches made, for their potions. The kind of thing aliens mixed you up into once you got sucked into their UFO.
He could hear the sickening sound of a bone cracking. His bone cracking; and he could feel the distinct pain that came after it. He could hear the growl of the car’s motor, right above him. He could see the blue sky, and the clouds of moisture skimming along. He couldn’t speak, he didn’t want to. It felt like time was going in slow-motion. He bounced up into thin air, it was like he was flying for a few seconds, and his mouth was open because he was so surprised, but his eyes were scrunched up from pain. Then he hit the cold, hard ground, and he felt the rush of salty blood crowd up in his mouth, and he saw a rather large chip of his tooth fall right out of his mouth. The car screeched to a halt, and Midget lay, eyes-closed, on the road.
“MIDGET!!” His mother screamed. Midget could hear how frightened she was, in her voice. He could also tell that she was weeping very badly.
He heard the deep voice of….His father. It was his father’s voice.
Midget’s heart was beating hard in his chest. It took him a minute to recollect his thoughts. He was running down the road…a car…His father’s voice, his mother screaming at Midget….She said there was a car behind him. That was it. It was a car that had hit him. His…his father’s car that had hit him.

Midget’s mother spoke in Midget’s ear, softly, a whisper, and Midget could tell she was still crying.
“Oh, Midgetine….Oh, no….Are you alright?”
Midget managed to nod his head, but a sharp pain struck his neck.
He tried to mumble, “Ouch.” But only a soft gurgle came from his mouth.
“Hold on, Midget, I’m calling the police, and the emergency too.”