A V E R Y P.O.V
I never really had much to say, but I always had a lot on my mind. My mother loved me to death I was her precious little son. My father did as well, but joining the football team would make his birthday wish. His words cut a little deeper at the dinner table when he blew out the candles, I remember it like it was yesterday I was in middle school, and all his friends and family attended the at-home birthday party my mother threw for him.
Everyone burst into a fit of laughter after his little joke. It made a big impact but all I did was I stay quiet with a weak smirk trying not to show how annoyed I was since, in reality, he was heavily disappointed in him. In fact what he meant to say was "I wish my son would stop being a soft sissy and act like all the other kids so I can be proud to claim him" but he still tried to love me he had to I was his only son and child.
He hated I wasn't like the other?"r boys in our neighborhood. he wanted a messy, rough, tough, active little boy. Out of all his friends, he felt left out while the other kid's parents were attending soccer games or baseball games. He watched his young child paint or bake with his mother.
He would do anything to trade positions with his neighbor's kid Jacob. Who is Jacob, you might ask? Well, Jacob Wordsworth, the school dream boy standing at 6'3 chiseled jaw number 16 backup quarterback, and before you ask, yes I was obsessed? Who wasn't? His smile was like something you saw in the commercial. He was beautiful like god himself chizzled every ab on his body. He was loud and confident, and I wanted every piece of his matter of fact, Jacob was averys muse for most of his paintings. long story short if looks could kill he was Jeffery Dahmer and-
"AVERY, GET READY FOR SCHOOL" my mother screamed from down the stairs, I hate Mondays it was the beginning of the school year as well. Summer was over and back to the hell hole we call jane Adams highschool.
I put on my cropped t-shirt and fitted jeans, and vans got ready fast and ran down the stairs. As I was about to open the door, my mom stopped right in front of me.
"wow wow, mijo slow down."
"mom relax, I'm late" I looked at the clock in our living room and showed 8 am
"Mom, I'm already late please; I have to go."
"I need to take a picture for your first day."
"Mom, it's sophomore year please relax" when she tried grabbing her phone from the counter to take a picture, I ran out the door
"bye, mom, love you,"I shouted I ran out the door shut it and down the stairs, it was about 78 degrees outside the wonderful day to take a walk if I'm late why bother trying to hurry.
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General Fiction"Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue"
