Gweg was eating his lunch at the kitchen table. His mother had made him his favorite lunch to eat. It was a belogna sandwich with some sour cream and onion potato chips.
As Gweg was eating his delicious meal, his father sat down at the table next to him.
"Gweg", his father said, "I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it?" Gweg asked.
His father replied, "Well Gweg, you are old enough now to get a job."
Gweg looked at his father with wide eyes. "You really think so Dad?"
Gweg's father said, "Yes, Gweg, Yes I do."
Gweg was happy to hear that his father thought he was responsible enough for a job, but he became worried about what kind of job he could get.
"Daddy, what kind of job can I get?"
Gweg's dad smiled at this question. "Well Gweg, you can tackle the same job I had when I was your age."
"And what job is that Dad?"
"Well Gweg, I had a paper route. Every morning, I would get up, get the bundle of papers on the doorstep, roll them up and rubber band them, and give them out to every one down the street."
"Wow Dad, that sounds like fun."
Gweg's dad said, "And the best thing is, this neighborhood is always in need of a new paperboy, so the paper office should hire you no problem!"
Gweg and his father went to the paper office and got him a paper route.
On the way home, Gweg's father gave him some tips on being a successful paperboy.
"The first thing you need to do is get a good night's sleep. You're going to be up very early in the morning. Second, you need a good throwing arm, so everyday you and I are going to play catch."
Gweg loved hearing this. Every time Gweg got to play games with his father was the happiest time for Gweg.
"Now, this is the most important part Gweg, you need to always make sure you throw the paper right on target."
Gweg was curious about this. "What do you mean Dad?"
Gweg's father said, "You always need to throw it right in front of their door."
Gweg said, "That's sounds a little hard."
"It's ok, that's why we are going to practice tonight.
Gweg and his father practiced throwing a catching a baseball for two hours that night. Gweg was more than ready for his paper route the next day.
Gweg got to sleep early and woke up early the next day to start his new job.
Gweg got the paper bundle off of the porch and rolled them up. He put them into his special paper-carrier bag and hopped onto his bicycle.
He loved to ride his bike in the early morning. The dew on the grass, the sounds of the birds chirping, the colors the sun made as it was rising. Gweg was so happy he took this job.
Gweg delivered his papers like a pro. His aim was always good and he was going a t a good speed. Gweg was very content with this job and knew that he could do it every day.
Gweg was about ready to deliver his last paper when he put on the brakes on his bike.
The house he had to deliver to belonged to Richard the Bad Neighbor.
The residents on the street referred to Richard as such because Richard never was involved in any of the community activities. He never mowed his lawn and all sorts of strange noises emanated from the house at night.
The house was also scary looking and sat the farthest away from the street. Gweg wouldn't be able to throw the paper in front of the door from the street. He had to ride his bike down the driveway.
Gweg had gotten halfway down the drive way and got too scared to go any further.
Gweg took the last paper out of his bag and threw it. Because Gweg was shaking with fear, his aim became a little off. The paper did not land in front of the door, in fact, it hit the window.
Gweg turned his bike around and was ready to head off, but he heard the door to the house open.
Gweg turned his head to see Richard the Bad Neighbor standing there.
"Did you throw this paper, boy?" Richard had asked.
"Yes sir, I did." Gweg answered.
"You are not supposed to be hitting my window with now are you?"
"No sir, I'm sorry. It's my first day."
Richard smiled when he heard this.
"Well then, that makes it all better doesn't it?"
Gweg just looked at the ground.
Richard looked over his window and then down at the paper.
"There's no damage to the window, but I want you to ride up here and put this paper directly into my hand."
Gweg gulped in fear. He rode his bike up to the window, got off, grabbed the paper, and handed it to Gweg.
"There. That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"No sir."
"But this will be!"
Richard pushed Gweg to the ground and then he grabbed the bicycle. Richard set the back tire on Gweg's face and used his hands to spin the pedals. The tire started spinning over Gweg's face, tearing away at his skin and spraying blood in an arc onto the grass.
Richard grabbed Gweg's throwing hand and stuck it in between the spokes of the tire. As the tire made it's was around, Gweg's hand got stuck between the spoke and the metal bar of the bike. Richard was spinning the tire so fast, that it caused Gweg's hand to fly right of his wrist.
Gweg screamed in pain.
Richard threw the bike to the ground and took the newspaper and stuffed it into Gweg's screaming mouth. Gweg choked on the paper and died.
Richard the Bad Neighbor buried Gweg in his back yard next to some graves he had dug back there. He than hung Gweg's bicycle next to all the other bike's that had belonged to the previous paperboys.
Gweg never delivered any more papers, because Gweg was dead.
The End.
