Thirty-five year old Kenton Moorhead hated his life. He was a mindless robot that said nothing, thought nothing, and only made creaking noises when he moved his rusty joints. He lived through his miserable existence everyday. However, Kenton was not always like this. In fact, he only adopted this dark outtake on existence very recently. You see, Kenton never wanted to grow up. He belonged at home with his loving mother and father, playing video games, shooting squirrels, and smearing mud in his dusty-blond hair. Kenton never wanted to grow up, but he had to; he was aging and would never be a child ever again.
This horrible realization of eternal unhappiness and crinkly, liver-spotted skin hit Kenton after he graduated from college. He was on his own. He needed a job; no more fun, no more mom, no more happy. Kenton soon found himself a job at U.S. Bank, and, after a couple of long years, he was the CEO for said company. He tried to use his money to buy himself back his childhood happiness; Cars, houses, cricket sets, servants, mistresses, and excessive amounts of gum balls were purchased, but none of them filled the empty hole in Kenton’s heart. Kenton sought counseling form his father and asked him if he could move back into his old, attic bedroom. His father rejected his plea and told him to keep moving along. And that’s what Kenton did and still is doing, and he still is unhappy. His hole will never be filled, his dreams will always be broken, his childhood is long in the past.
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