Below is this story I am writing for an English class.
Dumb Fucker
“This Sucks,” I sighed out loud. I’m sitting in my window looking out thinking about jumping down. “Why do I still live here? What the fuck am I doing in life?” I ask myself this a lot. My mother is screaming at me “Tyler what are you doing? I told you to clean the kitchen 3 hours ago. You don’t work you don’t cook or clean. The least you can do is clean when I ask” blah blah blah she’s always yelling. I don’t have time. I’m waiting on my boy to hit me up so we can smoke later. I fucking hate this house and this little ass room I sleep in. I look back out the window and tune her out. It’s not that far of a fall so I wouldn’t die but it would hurt like hell kind of the torture I go through right now. I hear my mom say “When are you going to move out?” and then her door slams.
I’m not sure of the appropriate age to move out. My sister left the week before her 21rst birthday. She moved in with her boyfriend but that was almost 6 years ago. My sister, I fucking hate her. She thinks she’s so smart and so much better than everyone else because she graduated from college and then got married two years ago. Her husband, Carl I fucking hate him too and I refuse to believe that nigga half black he too light and he got green eyes. They make me sick they’ve been together almost 7 years why them niggas ain’t break up yet, I know my sister crazy but he keep saying they barely argue. I call bullshit.
I check my phone I’m waiting on a text so I can leave this hellhole and smoke a little. My mom swears I’m a crack head she’s always threatening to throw me out but I know she won’t do it. I’ve been here this long; I’m not leaving until I’m ready to. I don’t get why she complaining it’s not like I have kids or anything I just like to stay in my room all day and eat. She does that on weekends why can’t I do that on a daily basis.
Brilliant Fucker
“Babe come on the water is ready and we have to hurry,” I say to my husband. I love that man. I mean we actually shower together to save water and engage in some activity but not today. Today I’m going to visit my family, I haven’t seen them in a while and I know my mom needs a break from my brother. My sister is here, that girl practically lives here. Carl appears in the doorway and my heart skips a couple beats. Damn after almost 7 years he still has that effect on me.
“Hey there pretty lady,” he says “Drop your towel and show me the goods.” He grabs my towel before I can stage my protest and exposes me to him.
“Hey sir, I don’t just show any man my goods. These here are valuable you’re going to have to work for that” I say that and step into the shower he follows of course and we don’t do anything. I already told him not to get his hopes or his penis up because sadly both of them will be let down. I wash him and he washes me this part really makes me regret telling him we couldn’t do anything in the shower each time he asked me this morning. Gosh sometimes I really feel like I’m going to fuck this up and be the miserable cat lady I always thought I would grow up to be.
We get out the shower and get dressed. “CHRIS!” I yell out for my sister that girl, well young lady I should say. She reminds me every single day that she is almost 16. She appears at me door dressed with a bag packed.
“Are you spending the night with mom or do you want to switch clothes for next weeks?” I ask her. She avoids living with my mother as much as she can. She says my brother is too annoying to be around.
“I’m switching clothes you know I can’t live there. This house is too big for just y’all two. When am I getting a niece and/or nephew y’all married remember y’all told me to wait until then well the time is here..” I cut her rant off .
“Little girl be at the car in 5 minutes” I say and shut the door as my last word trails off. If this is what a daughter would be like and my brother is what son would be like. Carl and I can wait to procreate.
Teenage Fucker
My sister still treats me like a child. I keep telling her I’ll be 16 soon and then after 16 there’s only two more years until I’m 18 and I’ll be grown.
To be continued…..
2 comments:
So far seems like a good story. Sounds a bit familiar. I wonder where you're going with this. I hope you keep this up. :)
--kc
I did change some of it but if you would like to read it I can email it to you
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