Money Taimed

Chapter 1

"I remember being bullied for not being big enough, for not being strong enough. The smallest things I would be maked fun of. And the worst thing about it was that everyone thought it was funny and laughed. I had no one to cry on.

So I just kept everything to myself.

As I got older, I would go to the gym and focus my pain in weights. I sucked at first, of course, then I stopped going. My coach however believed I could do better and gave me a call along with a motivational speech.

I went. For a year. Got stronger and changed the ways I ate completely. Soon, after, people were complimenting me on how I looked.

I guess that's how the world works," I laughed then I continued. "If you're beautiful enough, most people would like you. Or should be obligated to like you.

"I was so hurt and putting importance on everyone else and what they thought about me when I forgot about the people who rasied me... My parents. Got a call one day saying my parents were in a horrible car accident and couldn't make it," I swallowed my saliva as tears were bluring my vision.

My mom lived longer than my died before she passed.

"At seventeen I was forced to live with my uncle and aunt—!" I shook my head. "Those just added on to my parents death from how bad they treated me."

Someone approached me and handed me neatly wrapped up toilet paper. "Thank you," I whispered and he nodded.

"They released me when I was eighteen. Since I was legal enough. My life wasn't good. I slept at my friends house, had sex basically everyday, drugs—I, soon, met someone walking around in the streets and now we eat at the Chinese restaurant every Sunday after Sunday church school for the past three years." Everyone chuckled and I let out a chuckle myself.

"I just want to thank my mom and my dad, first," I whispered and wipped the tears that fell. Everyone from the crowed grew silent as I was let it embrace me.

I moved my eyes to front row. I imagined my mom and dad sitting in one of those seats, clapping their hands with the look of pride.

''Christopher," I heard someone whisper. Turning my head to the right to see the stage director with an iraitated face. She made hand gestures to continue on.

"I would also like to thank my dearest best-friend, James for helping me during dark times and being there to share my happy moments with. And I'll be waiting to meet you again with a pair of chopsticks." I laughed.

"Same time?" He fired back from the crowd with a smile. They laughed.

"You know it." I couldn't help but smile widely. Most people stood up and applauded at me. It felt overwhelming. Like everyone wanted me.

"Thank you," I spook into the microphone to everyone.

A woman and man walked towards the microphone and I took that as a cue to leave.

"Next time, hurry up, will you! Don't take your precious time talking about your feelings. This isn't some therapy session--!" The stage director critzed me but was interrupted by someone.

"Oh, be quite." Joshua put a hand on my shoulder. "Want to go for some ice cream?"

"Yea, let's go and before you ask. You're paying the bill."

"DAMMIT," I heard him mutter.

"Christopher!" My name could be heard all around me as soon as we got outside. Flashes going off everywhere.

"How did you feel getting another award?"

"What are you going to do next?"

"What was your biggest challenge in your career?"