The Group

Chapter Two: Amoeba

                 I sit on the old, wooden chair, about three feet away from Allie's bed, where her and Dee sit. We all sit quietly, watching videos and short films about our favorite musicians. Another thing, we're all very intersested and dedicated to music. We intend on starting a band, if things go right. "Can we talk about how hot Cobain is?" Says Dee, blushing and turning to Allie. "I mean.." Allie responds, "You're not wrong.." Which, I suppose she isn't. I tell people I'm gay, but I guess that the only reason why I say that is because it's a lot easier than explaining what pansexual means. But yeah, Kurt is pretty hot. He also happens to be our favorite musician, because we all just love rock and rock-inspired music.

          Tracy, Allie's mom, opens the door. "Hey, y'all" she says in her southern/country accent, "Supper's ready." She steps out of the room and we get up and follow her. Usually, I can't tolerate anything southern, unless it's the hospitality, but since I've known Tracy for a few months, I'm a little used to her voice. I'm just glad that Allie doesn't have that accent. Probably because until two or three years ago, she lived with her dad in Michigan, and then her mom gained custody or some shit like that.

      We sit at the table, and Tracy has prepared dinner. I gotta say, Tracy knows her way around a kitchen, because the sausage and biscuits she prepared are just delicious. "A'ight, y'all, let's say grace." She says. I gotta say, I never really did believe in much. I don't insult people who are religious, but I don't necessarily agree with alot of the views involved in Christianity. "Lord God and giver of all good gifts, we are grateful as we pause before this meal, for all the blessings of life that you give to us. Daily, we are fed with good things, nourished by friendship and care, feasted with forgiveness and understanding. And so, mindful of your continuous care, we pause to be grateful for the blessings of this table. May your presence be the extra taste to this meal which we eat in the name of your son, Jesus. Amen." "Amen." we say in unison, unclasping our hands and beginning to eat. "So, how was y'all's days?" Tracy asks. "Well, Micky here-" Allie begins to say, before I abruptly cut her off. "Maybe let me tell this one, Al." I say, giving her the death stare as she shoots one back at me. "Now, now, y'all," Tracy says calmly, "One at a time, now." 

   "So, long story short," I tell her, "Lionel Brown insulted me, so I insulted him back, and I got in trouble." "Darn it, Mitchell." Tracy says to me, as Allie and Dee watch the conversation closely. "You know you can't be insulting nobody, cause as the ol' saying goes, two wrongs will NEVER make a right, and that's the truth, you hear?" "Yes, ma'am." I say to her, as Dee and Allie, laugh at another conversation they've been having. It's weird, how they act when I'm around. At lunch at school, when I come to sit down at the table, even though they're my friends, they go out of their way to act depressed and pretend like nobody can have any fun when Mick Walden's around. They act as if I'm a parasite, an amoeba, a part of the group, but a peasent among kings, a servant among the wealthy, someone who can't be trusted. But, that's the reputation I have, and no matter what, when I try to change, people don't accept that change, and that always makes me go back to the annoying, obnoxious, gay little shit that I am, whether I like it or not. That's just the way it's meant to be, I guess.