I never imaged me living here, in a small town named after a city in New York, in the middle of South Carolina. Or living without a father figure.
I was a fifth-teen-year-old boy living in Manhattan with my father, a forty-nine-year-old Entrepreneur who was the tenth richest man alive. My mom a forty-two-year-old special need teacher at my high school, and my two sisters twelve and twenty-one years of age.
I was gong to be the best pediatrician surgeon there was. I had every surgery book I could ever find I had an anatomy James doll, or as I like to call it an action figure since I was eight. I focused on becoming a surgeon so much I didn't have many friends, and never went on my first date. My younger sister Lauren with her long blonde locks and green eyes also wanted to become a surgeon, we were gonna work at the same hospital one day. My older sister Lavender with her short brown hair and blue eyes wanted to become a journalist, she has two more years of schooling and she was going to work for the New York Times, she was already hired by them 'cause when your father is the tenth richest man you can do that.
One day my father came home all bloody. My mom was yelling at him so loud. At the time Lauren and I were hiding outside in our playhouse it sounded like they were right there. "What the hell were you thinking, stabbing Jeff because he called a shot on what to buy. You got to be kidding me right now!" "He had no right to do that, it's my business, not his!!" With flashing blue and white lights, and a knock on our front door we heard someone say " NYPD, open up now!" Then they busted down the door and arrested my father "Richard Derringer you are under arrest for the murder of Jeff Coleman, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say and do, can and will be used against you in a court of law!" After pleading guilty to murder embezzlement and bank fraud. My father has sentenced life in prison with no parole.
Meanwhile, my mom sold the three houses and five business and all the cars we owned except the old black Cadillac that was my grandfather I've been fixing up. I got my driver license early and she bought a ford truck and we headed deep in the south, to South Carolina, where she bought eight- hundred acres of a horse farm. Lauren, mom (Linda) and I moved to Scranton as Lavender stay behind to become the journalist she wanted to be.
Two months after moving here all I heard was " You're the son of that Richard guy who killed that man over nothing, right?" from the lowlifes that lived here. One day I drove up to the schoolhouse BB-Q to get lunch, it seemed it was the only place open here because there was a long line outside the place. Once I got in there was no place to sit, that's just great.
"Hey, Lucas! you want to sit with us," Billy yelled from across the room
"Thanks, Billy, Caleb and ... um... sorry, I forgot your name." I said back to him
"It's Cathy." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah... sorry about that." I apologized, as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"So Lucas how do you like it here, so far?" Caleb asked
"Well, Caleb other than the slop of meat and color sugar water it's not that bad I guess," I said with a slight edge to my voice
That was a complete and utter lie, but I can't tell them that it's their hometown, well at least I think I can't. In reality, I hate it here its sucks there's nothing to do at all except for all of the folks who thinks it's fun to gossip about the new people in town, but I'm not sure how many people are doing it, either way, it sucks. Also, the beach is an hour and a half away! Seriously if she wanted to move us to South Carolina she could of at least moved us closer to the beach, or to the beach at that matter. Plus, I never really liked horses, and when I found out she bought a horse farm that just pissed me off beyond belief, but the worst part has to be the house it's a little run down place in the middle of nowhere, It looks like a house right out of a Ghostbusters movie.
After lunch, I headed downtown to find a place to study there was a gazebo in the middle of town square, cause there no place at home with the construction going on. This older lady with the biggest blond hair I ever saw. She was talking how her tour bus broke down while she was going to New Orleans. I told her about how I got here and she said to me
"Quit whining and self-pitying, there's no time in life to whine about what you don't have, so you better get to living."
She pulled out an old record with a water stain on the cover "Take this it should help you. Well there my bus, it was nice talking to you."
As she got on the bus I yelled, "Wait how is this supposed to help me. I don't even own a record player?"
"You'll figure it out, my ole boy," she said as she stuck her head out of the moving bus.
Well another nut case in the south I guess, I never played the record cause I didn't care enough it just sits in a box in my house.
As time went on the little town i live in now isn't so bad, yes there's no hangout place and half the people i talk to have a deep southern accent. But i've made some friends like Billy, tall, skinny short Black hair. he invited me to a bonfire, something I have never heard of. the closest thing to a bon i ever had was a bon bon which is a french snack. He said to make sure you bring a big coat cause it will be cold. I have no idea what to expect but i'm gonna go. I mean what could go oh so wrong??
