Davanté Claire was a simple teenager and often a loner. He made sure to stay in his books and go to school like he should. He lived in a group home and stayed to himself. He felt it was better to be alone than be a part of a group of unknown individuals. Everyone was always concerned about getting adopted or gossiping about one another. But, Davanté did not care about getting adopted. He thought to himself it's not like those people that would adopt me would be his real parents anyway. No one on God's green earth could replace them. "I hate this place, I can't wait until I am 18 and get out this b*tch.", He mumbled to himself as he wrote in his journal to fade out his surroundings.
Davanté began thinking about his parents accident. His mother and father had died on their way to his football game. The car somehow came off the road and hit a tree. After hitting the tree, theimpact was so great that it cause the vehicle to explode. Both of his parents were killed instantly. He replayed how they must of suffered. It felt to him as it happens yesterday, but it had been 8 months ago. But the dreams of seeing their faces terrified him. He blamed himself for it every day. If only if I wasn't at that stupid game in the first place, he thought. I wouldn't be here in this place and they would still be here with me. Davanté thought about the months of him being passed around to his parents' relatives. None of his folks wanted nothing to do with him nor were they stable setting. Most of them were either drunks or too high class. His case worker, Mrs. Blacksteer, later on, decided it would be best for him to be in a group home until he reach the age of 18. She believed it was best interest for him since most of his relatives were declared to be "unsuitable" as she called it.
Davanté closed his journal and decided to get some fresh air. He got up from the desk of his room and headed down the hall to outside. It was a nice sunny day he felt the warm of the sun hit his skin. He starts drifting into his memories of his parents. He remembered how on a sunny day like this, his parents and him would go to the park. He would throw the football back and forth with his old man. His mother would be watching them and shouting in the background "that's my baby". He sighed to himself and looked around him. A tear fell from his cheek. He missed them so much. He started to hear footsteps coming up from behind him. He quickly wiped his tears away.
"Hey, Davante. What you doing out here all alone?", asked Jennifer.
"Oh, nothing. Just was deep in thought. You know me.", replied Davante, trying to cheer up.
"Oh okay. I got bored in there and decided to get some fresh air. It feels so good out here today.", she said.
"It is a pleasant day to enjoy.", he said.
"Well, I'll catch you later, Davante. I'm going walk the trail", she said as she waved goodbye.
He waved goodbye as well.
Jennifer was so nice to him. He secretly had a crush on her since they first met one another. She was beautiful, friendly, sweet, and down-to-earth. She made the place seem less lonely than it was. The thought of her light caramel skin, her sweet almond shaped eyes, how her moles dance across her cheeks, her smile that lit up his day and her hour thick glass shape. Davante thought to himself maybe one day we both get out here and get married one day. I would love that.
Later on that day, Davante got ready for bed. He was getting tired of the group home. "I cannot wait to leave this place", he mumbled to himself. He climbed into his bed and looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and prayed to God to keep him strong.
The next morning came. Davante woke up with a long stretch. He went ahead and head to the restroom to get ready for the day. He went to the closet and got a black tank top, his gray jeans, and his black shoes. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at his deep chocolate complexion in the mirror. He looked at his 6'1" muscular frame in the mirror and realized he was started to grow a little facial hair on his upper lip. He thought to himself, "I am looking more like my father every day". He began to smile to himself. He walked away from the mirror to head to school.
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The Fall
General FictionDavante Claire was tired of living a hard life. Ever since parents died in a tragic accident, he made his mind that the street would be where he belonged. None of his living family members cared about him. So He would take care of himself on his own...
