It was a cold, dark December night. Stupid me just wearing my sweatshirt and riding my bike. The temperature was a bone chilling thirty seven degrees (at least to me) that night. All of the sudden while I was going over Blue River's bridge I saw somebody I knew, Dad.
"Dad? Dad, what are you doing?", I ask loudly.
"I'm done Ben. I'm just done....", Dad says.
"No, please Dad. I love you!", I shout.
"But how Ben?", Dad asks.
"Do you want to leave your son like this? I love you Dad I assure you Dad life is worth living for your kids and for all the ones who care", I tell Dad.
"Well Ben I guess you're right," Dad says.
But I guess I wasn't right enough.... My father, Sal Lotus died thirty days later on the thirty first. Right when the ball dropped on the first my dad was just there, dead. The reason is because I killed my father by putting arsenic in his spaghetti dinner and in his water on the side I put in four times the lethal amount. He told me to though I was afraid but I felt bad he had been diagnosed with cancer in his lungs from all the smoking two years before, he had been suffering for so long. My mom's fits were not helping him either he was put under stress all I wanted to do was help.
Now though I am the target of my mother's rage. Now she hits me hard and calls me names nearly everyday. I know she suspects I killed him I mean I did I cannot deny this. But I want to understand why she blames me for everything now. She just needs help and by blaming me and continuing with her issues she won't get it. I have tried to get her help too believe me.
The alarm clock startles me awake. The mornings are always the worst part right next to late nights where mother yells at me. After I get out of the shower and get dressed my friend Jennifer calls.
"What's up Ben?", Jennifer asks.
"The ceiling," I say.
"Very funny.... Anyhow wanna meet up at lockers after school today?", Jennifer asks.
"When have I ever turned away your offers?", I ask
"Right. Well I have to go Ben see you later," Jennifer says.
"Bye Jenni," I say because this annoys her.
I grab a cold poptart out of the cupboard and run outside. The bus pulls up nearly right when I get there. I get splashed by the small puddle on the curb. Thanks bus! When I'm bored I sit next to Jennifer she always forces me to anyway but I don't mind. For the first day of March it sure is slick. The bus almost crashed about five times I swear. I'm a mostly scared person and I hate it.
We reach the school and Jennifer gives me a high five before going in. I walk to my locker that was two hallways away from the entrance. The lock on it is almost always jammed and the inside smells like dirty socks and old molded bologna sandwich. Although I have never had neither in it.
I dislike all of tenth grade except Jennifer and Mr. Ridley. By far the worst class though is English where Mrs. Belinda teaches us how to read books basically. Even though I already know. It's so boring to listen to her lectures. The only part I have liked this year is when we got to write that fictional short story. Making up people is my favourite thing to do in there I can have full control on these people and how they live life. I mean there is this new game called The Sims where you can too but video games don't really interest me. Except maybe the old arcade ones like Pacman.
"Okay class so what have you learned from my short lecture?", Mrs. Belinda asks.
If I could be honest I'd tell her how boring she is really being. All of the sudden a dumb jock kid named Joe raised his hand.
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Whatever Ben
ActionA tale of a boy named Ben. He is like most teenagers full of angst and anger. The difference is his Dad is dead and his Mom not far from it. He gets a few friends along the way and it helps him get happy in unhappy times. Will he find it? In places...
