Post by BleekerBOP on Mar 2, 2006 19:15:37 GMT -5
Sometimes in life there are things that we have to let go of no matter how much we want to hold onto them. This could be a person, a keepsake or even your state of mind. For Chris it was many things that he had to say goodbye to.
Banner by: Me
Author: Shalin...me lol
Chapter 1
Sitting on my bed thinking as i always did. My
mother always asks me what on earth could one boy
think about all the time, I just tell her stuff. Now by stuff
I mean things I try to talk to her about and she just
tells me NOT to think about 'em. Most of the time i'm
thinking of my life and why it is the way it is. I try not to
place the blame on anybody, therefore a lot of it goes
on me. Me and my mother moved to Long Island when I
was six. Her and my father divorced and it wasn't
something pretty. My father was the type that thought
material things made up for him not being there......for
him hitting my mom and me. Thus we are here and he is
across the country still sending presents every month
apologizing. I mean it helps because we never want for
anything because he has to pay spousal support,
ten thousand a month. My mom usually opens his gifts
and then donates them to charity, I on the other hand
never open them. Not one, why should I open his
empty gifts and even give him the slight chance of
getting in my head again...yet alone my heart and even
deeper into my thoughts. I look over at the clock as it
starts to ring signaling for me to wake up. It served its
purpose in a way..it woke me up, not from my much
wanted sleep, but from the thoughts I was
having...thoughts I wish the rain could wash away just
the same as it washes things from the street into the
sewer. I get up and take a shower and get dressed
and head down to the kitchen to eat. Afterwards I grab
my ball and head down to the court...its a usual ritual
for me during the summer so I can be ready for when
the season starts when we go back to school. I run all
the way there dribbling the ball acting if there was
someone in front of me going for the ball, he can't have
it and he will never have it. I guess thats the way I look
at myself, I cant let anybody have me anymore, they
won't break me, they cant break me if I never give them
the chance to touch me, yet alone my heart. I check my
watch 6:30am I got 2 1/2 hours of ball before the
pee-wee kids come in here and tear shit up and make
me lose my concentration. This is the only time I dont
think, this is my time to just relax and not worry about
anything, my mom, friends my mind is clear and with
each shot my worries go away. I dont even have to
look at my clock to know its time for me to go, the loud
scream and wild thuds of basketballs and little feet
pounding the concrete let me know that the pee-wee
league was here. I quickly pack my bag up and start
back home bouncing the ball and waving to people as I
pass them by. I run in the house and kiss my mom as
shes about to go to work.
"Ewww Chris your all sweaty I cant go to work all nasty" she laughed
my mom was beautiful but it wasn't a peaceful beauty
but more like the kind of beauty that a woman has after
shes been through so much but still comes out on
top. She still has the scars but they can't compare to
her beauty.
"Im sorry ma, have a good day at work"
"You have a good day too baby, don't stay cooped up in this house either"
"Im not, Shalin, Trey, Nikki, Dru and Kiara are coming by we're gonna go out for a while."
"Oh ok give them my love and I will be home around 9, we have a meeting tonight and its going to run a little late"
And with that she was out the door leaving me to
shower, and wait until my friends came
through...rather, think.........