“IT’S IN MY ROOM! I FORGOT TO RETURN IT BACK THIS MORNING, I’LL COME GET IT! I bellowed back to her instantly. I shouldn’t have taken it in the first place, she had given me different lotions countless times and I was always losing them in my chaotic room.
“LEAVE IT, I’LL GET IT!” My mom replied back. She probably didn’t have on any clothes and didn’t want me to go upstairs and see her. I was relieved because I didn’t feel like going upstairs anyways, I was tired. Well, I wasn’t really tired. But you know when you wake up in the morning and you still feel a bit aweary? That’s how I was feeling.
I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on the television then proceeded to go back to watching my show. About two minutes later, but felt like two hours, my mom came downstairs dressed in her work clothes. My mom was a nurse at a local hospital in our town. I never really like hospitals, I mean I would go there a few times to visit a few friends but I never stayed long, they always sent chills down my spine.
“Ready?” Asked my mom while she put her glasses on, she had to have them on while she drove, my mom was far sighted and couldn’t really see that good.
“Yeah”. I said back then got up from the couch and approached the front door as my mom followed me.
The drive to school was long and tedious, even though we lived in the same town as the school, getting there felt like forever. My mother kept bragging about the new car she recently got. She just purchased a brand new car and could not stop talking about it, there was nothing really wrong with her old car but she just wanted to get a new one because she was tired of driving that one.
“It’s not that deep Ma, it’s just a car bruh.” I bleakly said to my mom.
My mom rolled her eyes at me then said “You don’t understand Jason, but Insha”Allah one day you will.”
I chuckled weakly at my mom then I put my earphones in and started listening to music. My mom is a Christian but she acted like a Muslim. She acts so peculiar when it comes to religion. She would always fast during Ramadan and prayed five times a day, then on Sunday she would go to the local church in our neighborhood and sing hymns and whatnot. I think maybe she got her Islamic habits from my father. My father is a born Muslim and follows most of it's beliefs, though he didn't always pray every day. Oh well, I tried not to question her ideology on religion, ever since I was a child my parents always told me I could follow any religion I wanted, as long as I believed in God they were content. Though I really didn't know what to believe. I mean, I knew there is a God and he indeed exists, but I just didn't know which religion correctly
portrayed him and his characteristics. So I didn't really follow any religion, I just believed in God and that was it.
In the morning I liked to listen to R&B music, pop, or soft rock, just not rapping or Hip-Hop, that was for the afternoon. I even created a morning playlist and a afternoon one. I really enjoy music, I even make music myself. I like to rap and sing, my genre was Hip-Hop. I've been rapping ever since I was like 7. When I was in Elementary School I would always go to the school library and read poetic books, I really liked Dr. Seuss. He was really good with words, and painting images with words, which is really hard to do. Especially if one can make the words rhyme. I was so bewildered by it that I started doing it myself, I developed a composition book and would always write little raps and notes in them. I was not very good in the beginning, but eventually I got the hang of it and I began to fill up the book. I didn't really have a rap alias, my name was just "Jason". My real name, and I used that for music too. "September"" by "Daughtry" came on shuffle on my phone, I really loved that song. It always enabled me to feel very bright and get a warm feeling in my heart. Even though I loved and indulged in hard rap music, I never really took its' messages though, I never followed what any of them said. Most of the music I listened to talked about treating girls right and being in love and getting married and having a family. That was not me though. In my 14 years of living I have never been in a relationship with a girl for more than two months. Every relationship I got into I would always end up breaking it off because the girl I was with bored me, and she didn't really offer me anything other than sex and dates. I longed for something more meaningful and worthwhile. And I loath children and the thought of getting married and being tied down. I just like doing my own thing and not having to worry about another person's feelings. But I was mature enough to know that one day I will indeed be tied down and have children, that was an inescapable faith. Just not soon hopefully, as for now I just want to continue my life living young wild and free.
We arrived at school in no less than ten minutes. I slowly got out the car, weary from sitting down for too long. I gave my mom a soft peck on the cheek and told her goodbye and thanks for the ride, then she drove away. Nobody was at the front entrance of the school, it was still pretty early and nobody was at the school, I liked to go there early to go buy breakfast and sit down at the table and do my homework from the previous day. I ran up the stairs of the front entrance then walked to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was located in the first floor of the school so I didn’t have to worry about climbing another set of stairs to get there.
There were only a few people in the cafeteria, I only saw about four but there was probably more, I just couldn’t see them. I threw my bag on the table where I was going to sit down at and then went to the checkout place to get some pop tarts, bacon, and orange juice. I wasn’t really hungry but I just wanted to drink some orange juice and do my homework. Hopefully I would be able to finish all of it before I start class, class starts at 7:35am, it was currently 6:30am. I had about an
hour to do all my work. I didn't get a chance to do it that weekend because I had football practice and the game on Friday, I was just too tired to do anything involving school.
I had my earphones in while I did my homework so time went fairly fast. I worked accordingly and fast as I did my school work and ate. My eyes and all my attention was at getting my work done.
“BRRUHH!” bellowed a random voice from the back of me. I quickly turned my head.
“MERRY JERRY! WASSHH POPPIN’?” I hurriedly jumped out of my chair as I recognized my best friend! Jerry had been my best friend ever since third grade. Me and him did everything together, we even had the same brown color skin complexion and even looked alike in a certain way. Both of us had the same type nose bridge in the physical aspect, and our mouth was very similar in a geometric kind of way. Me and him had come up with our own type of handshake which we called the “O” in which me and him would shake hands and spin our thumbs together across our hands then saluted each other as if we was in the military together. We briskly did the “O” as we faced each other. Then he started acting as if he was rapidly punching my mid-section repeatedly and I acted as if I was receiving all the blows and fell back and acted as if my stomach was being consumed by all the blows.
“BRUUHH!” we both exclaimed together.
“YOU GOOD?” I asked my friend.
“I’M GOOD BRO YOU GOOD?” said my friend back.
“IM GUCCII BRUHH!” I hollered back.
“I GOTTA QUESTION THOUGH”. My friend exclaimed.
“SPEAK BRUH, YOU ARE PERMISSED.” I replied to my friend.
“WHY ARE WE YELLING?” my friend asked me with a straight face.
I bleakly looked at my dear friend.
“I’m not sure bruh I think it has to do something with how the sun is arranged with the planets?” I weakly replied to him as I rubbed my dome with my index finger bent as if I was confused or trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. We both liked to act as if we was extremely inarticulate or stupid when we interacted with each other. Me and him was currently acting as if we were confused about how to handle that particular situation.
There was a slight silence as we both stared each other. There was a short pause.
“You was corney in that game bro, he was finna get you and break your small ass”. Stated Jerry. He was referring to my football game that I had over the weekend and saying that my defender was going to tackle me before I reached the goal line, and that me and my team played terribly. Jerry had never been one to be subtle and hold back anything offensive he might say. As long as he was oblivious to the person’s emotions he hadn’t caused no harm as far as he was concerned.
“HOW? I WAS RIGHT THERE ALREADY.” I screamed back in reply to Jerry’s previous statement.
“Naw bruh if that shot wouldn’t have went off you was gon’ be eating grass boy!” Said Jerry. He believed that if the shot wouldn’t have went off in the football game my defender was going to reach me before I scored a touchdown, obviously I disagreed with him.