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Yellowstorm

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21st Dec 2009 13:27

16 years, 6 months & 19 days ago

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Yellowstorm 1 Comments

The Lie I Live

16 years, 6 months & 19 days ago

21st Dec 2009 13:27

This is a story I started typing, dealing with racial harrasment and harrasment concerning one's sexual orintetation. I don't want your opinions on the latter, or the former actually. Not exactly looking for critiques at the moment, either, although if you notice some grammar errors, feel free to point them out.

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The night was cool with only a few foolish lights throughout the town that tried to penetrate the shadows. Snow threatened to fall upon the Minnesota town, but none had yet. The absence of the white powder did not mean that the inhabitants of the town did not go out in jackets, mittens, and boots. It was almost a tradition to go out in such, even without snow, when the month of December came to call. As a cloud passed before the moon, a young man passed by an old coffee shop, his breath coming in quick puffs. The man was dressed in baggy blue shots, but his chest was as bare as the streets at this time of night. He passed a few staggering drunks, simply making his way around them. The man had a destination and it was clear he would not tolerate detours.

A few people, simply sitting outside of their apartments having a pre-bedtime smoke, stared as the half naked teenager ran by, but he paid them no mind. He simply kept on running; keeping his chocolate brown eyes locked ahead, his lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out. Sweat ran down his forehead, despite the cool wind that began to gently caress the downtown area. ???Hey, boy, don???t you know it???s winter???? an old man called, chuckling at his own witty remark.

The black man simply smirked, ???I???m well aware, sir. Have a nice night,??? he mumbled as he ran by. The man continued on. He did not stop until he came to an old blue house on the corner of a four way intersection, located next to the elementary school. The late night jog had cleared his trouble mind and the man leaned against the front door before letting himself in. The house itself was as dark as the sky outside. The only sound was the gentle creak of the white front door as the teenager shut it.

A light flicked on somewhere, ???That you, Fitz???? a woman called cautiously.

???Yes, Mom. I just went on a late night jog,??? the man, called Fitz, replied, wiping his sweaty face with a towel located near the front door. He slipped off his shoes as the light went off. Unlike his friends, whose parents nearly had a heart attack when they snuck out to go jogging late on night, Fitz???s mother didn???t care too much. He supposed his father may, but it wasn???t like Robert Rivers was home often; he worked nights.

Fitz made his way into the kitchen where he flipped on a light and removed a plastic bottle of water from the fridge. It was half empty, but the last one and so Fitz drank eagerly. When he was done, the teenager crept up the stairs into the pink room he shared with his four year old sister, Clair. Most teenagers his age would have complained about having to share a room with their sister, but Fitz didn???t mind. He felt like Clair???s protector- he felt needed and, when he looked at his slumbering sister, clutching her red teddy bear, a wave of peace always washed over Fitz. He smiled before planting a light kiss on his sister???s cheek and then sinking into his bed for a few hours of sleep.

When the sun was still hidden, Mary Lou threw open the door to her son and daughter???s room, ???Get up or ya???ll can get you some cold pancakes,??? she spoke sternly, but her brown eyes twinkled before she turned and left the room to tend to her children???s breakfast.

Fitz rubbed sleep from his eyes before turning over to Clair, who was mumbling to herself as she kicked her legs. The little girl had a ritual for getting up in the early morning; first, she complained about having to do so, while she kicked her legs. Then, she lifted her head, eyes open. Lastly, Clair would leap out of bed like a wildcat and shout, ???What???s for breakfast???? Indeed, the ritual was preformed as it had always been and Fitz followed Clair down the stairs and into the kitchen. The sweet aroma of bacon, pancakes, and real maple syrup caused Fitz???s senses to kick into double time. Mary Lou set two plates at the table with a pitcher of juice and two glasses; one plate had only a single pancake and a peace of bacon while another contained three pancakes, two pieces of bacon, and a fair amount of cheesy eggs.

???Eat up,??? Mary Lou turned back to the stove as Fitz took his place at the table, ???You still got your conferences tonight, Fitz????

???Yeah,??? he replied around a mouthful of eggs.

???Well, we may be a few minutes late. Ronda has been slow getting to work, but we???ll be there, hon,??? Mary Lou assured, turning to give Fitz a smile. She worked at the local dairy store and often struggled to get off work soon enough to go to her son???s activities. The teenager faired well in school, though statistics told him he should be having numerous problems. What, with lacking a father figure and having a mother who had raised him on her own for so long, living in what society considered poverty, before Robert returned and decided to step up and be a man.

Fitz cleaned off his plate and then walked down the carpeted hall and into the small bathroom, which only contained a shower, toilet, and sink. He brushed his teeth while the water ran in the shower, warming up. When he stepped in, Fitz began to sing to himself, songs he didn???t know, and songs that didn???t even have a name or a meaning. He always sung in the shower; no reason for it, really, but sometimes he found Clair sitting outside the door, wrapped in a blanket and humming along to whatever she could recognize. As he rinsed shampoo out of his curly black hair, Fitz sang what he knew of ???Party in the USA???, jut for her.

If any of the boys at school saw him, Fitz knew he???d be teased. He already was, since he didn???t show up in designer clothes and didn???t take much time to socialize outside of Thomas, Jacob, and Joey, all kids on his track team. Mary Lou always told her son not to care, but it was hard, when you wanted nothing more then to fit in. When you wanted nothing more to be liked. Fitz stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom; ???Did you like it, Clair???? he smiled down at the little girl, who nodded eagerly, her afro bobbing up and down as her head did.

???Booootiful!??? she sang before slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Fitz had to hurry so he could walk to Thomas???s house and get a ride on time; he threw on a pair of well worn jeans, dirty white socks, simple black sneakers, and a black shirt and then threw his bag on, ???Bye, Mom! Bye, Clair!??? he called as he ran down the stairs and out of the house. He hadn???t put a coat on, but by the time Fitz remembered he was halfway to Thomas???s. No need to turn around and have to walk all the way to the high school just because of a foolish coat, which barely kept out the cold half the time anyway.

Yellowstorm

UPDATE:

Thomas???s house was on the corner not too far from Mainstreet; it was white with a pathetic excuse for a front drive. The two boys had been friends for quite some time and so Thomas???s mother, Elsie, had told Fitz he was welcome to just walk right in any time. So he did just that; without bothering to knock on the white front door with multiple foot marks from Thomas practicing kicking, Fitz walked into the house. He was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of bacon, eggs, and sick, which meant one of Thomas???s siblings had gotten a cold or some sort of flu. Fitz shoved his cold hands into his pockets, ???Thomas!??? he called out and a pale, blonde teenager stuck his head around the corner.

???You made it today!??? Thomas grinned, revealing two missing front teeth. He subconsciously ran his tongue over the gums, ???My mom is just getting out of the shower; she???s staying home today, though, but Bryan is old enough to watch himself for a few minutes so we can still catch a ride.???

Fitz nodded as he walked across the living room, which was empty except for an old couch, table, and television set. Thomas had his back turned to Fitz as he made his way back to his room, which was neat to the point of being ridiculous. Every other room in the house lacked organization, but Thomas???s room was always dusted, everything was put where it belonged. Hell, Thomas would know if you moved something a quarter of an inch; Fitz wouldn???t even know if you had entered his room, much less misplaced something. He leaned against the doorway as Thomas began to fuss with his bed, ???Did you get Hart???s assignment done???? he asked after a minute of silence, referring to their English essay on your goals for the future.

Thomas scoffed; for how neat he was, the teenager certainly didn???t attempt to keep up with his homework, ???Hell no! That assignment was pointless. My goals are private, Fitzy, private.???

???Don???t call me Fitzy.???

???But it suits you, Fitzy baby!??? As Thomas said this, a chill ran down Fitz???s spine. He was spared from coming up with a retort by Thomas???s mother calling for the two boys; she was ready to go.