I stood there next to the train tracks as I watched Abdul leave. I don’t know what he was talking about. He must’ve been too high or something, because he was talking some nonsense. I knew my feelings for Christy was genuine. So what if she had a fat butt and long hair and pretty eyes? That was just a plus, I liked her because she was a girl that I could actually talk and converse with. Unlike these other girls around here who couldn’t hold a conversation for more than a few seconds. She was the one for me and I knew it. I discarded what Dul said and continued to walk home.
While I was walking I started smiling really hard, for no reason whatsoever. I started thinking about how I was pretending to steal the sun chips at lunch and put them inside my pants, then I started laughing out loud. That was pretty funny I thought to myself. I’m going to have to tell Jerry about that later. He’s going to crack up, he loves random stupid stuff like that.
Still walking home. Wow, the path that I took was longer than I expected. I could’ve sworn this way was a shortcut, it felt like I was walking for hours on end, though my house was only less than five minutes away.
While walking I started thinking about my friend Jerry. Why is he so dumb? Why couldn’t he just do Mr. Spica’s homework at breakfast like I did and turned it in? Jerry so stupid. Then I started thinking about spider-man. I started thinking that Jerry look like a dark skin Peter Parker. “HAHA!” My laughter erupted. Jerry could be in DC comics and get paid a lot of money. Then after Jerry I started thinking about Jahlisa in gym class. Where do she be coming from? She’s so… The inside of her mouth look like a civil war broke out in it. And her forehead so shiny looking like one of them dressing mirrors in the H&M store. Christy came back in my mind, she never left my mind I was just thinking about other stuff. I started thinking about her backside and how it looked when she bent over during lunch. I want her, so bad. I’m going to tell her, soon as I get home I’ll call her and tell her…
“YAY! You’re home, can you make me some sausages, mon won’t let me use the stove.” Cecilia said as she approached me in the middle of the street.
“WHY ARE YOU IN THE STREET? GO BACK IN THE HOUSE!” I yelled at her.
“Umm… We’re in the driveway, what’s wrong with you, why are you home so early? And why is your eyes red?” she said.
I blinked twice. Then I looked around and realized where I was at, the driveway. Why did I think that I was in the street?
“Why you asking 21 questions? Where’s mom, where the old head at?” I said to Cecillia. The old head I was asking about was my father, I never called him dad or father, I always felt it more comfortable to call him “old-head” or “the old-man”, though he wasn’t really that old though, he was in his 40’s, I think like 45 or something like that, it was just the way that he acted which made him seem really old. Every time that he came home from work at the nursing home where he worked he would either go straight to sleep or turn on the news until he fell asleep on the couch.
“She’s sleeping, he’s at work. Why is your eyes red, I hope you don’t have pinkeye.” Cecilia said to me.
“Go somewhere I don’t have pinkeye I just have a cold and I was coughing, go inside I’ma make your sausages when I come down.” I said to her.
“YAY! Okay I’m in my room.”
I climbed the stairs and proceeded to my room. I went in my room and took of my shirt and pants, while I was taking off my shoes I started thinking to myself “How in the hell I’ma have a cold when it’s late Spring and it’s in the 70’s outside.” I shook my head. I’m so stupid I thought to myself. I should’ve just told that little girl I smoked weed with DuLi and I’m high. What will a seven-year-old know about marijuana anyway? I’m so stupid I thought to myself again.
Okay enough of that, let me take off my shoes again and get in the bed and call Christy. She was all I could think about.
Oh yeah, sausages. Damn sausages. She wants some sausages. I quickly put on my white tee-shirt and regular pants and went downstairs.
“Peter Parker.” I snickered and thought to myself again while walking down the steps. Jerry really do look like Peter Parker though if you think about it, I gotta call him and tell him he gotta buy a spider-man suit next year and go out for trick or treating. He’s gonna get a lot of candy for sure!