James: I just stare out the car window as my mom drives home.
Mom: "Guys where home"
James: "Comon Mickey" I say unbuckling his seat as some how he still down tomorrow how to
Mickey: "Wanna play football James??"
James: "You know I don't like football"
Mom: "James play with your brother I have to go help your sister with her hair"
James: "Ok" I say rolling my eyes. I feel the breeze of air on my neck I tussle my fingers through my short hair
Mickey: "Comon I wanna play football"
James:"Yah let's go to the backyard" we go to the backyard and Mickey picks up the football
Mickey: "How do you throw it again?"
James: I kneel down next to him and put his fingers on the laces "keep your fingers on the laces then just pull back and throw
Mickey: "Like this brother?"
James:"Yah just like that" Mickey throws it to me I catch it and lightly toss it back. Even though Mickey can't throw straight I'm pretty good at catching the ball/diving for it my parents put me in pewee football. I hated it so bad it was torture I'm glad I didn't make the cut for team sports I would've hated that even more.
Mickey: "Dads home!!"
James: I turn to look over my shoulder and there my dad is getting out of his car making his way into the backyard.
Dad: "How you two boys doing?"
Mickey: "Good james was teaching me to throw the ball!!"
Dad: "Oh really son I'm proud of you maybe your brother hear will actually play when he's older" my dad says rolling his eyes
James: "What's that suppose to mean"
Dad: "I'm just messing around son but you really have to start acting more like a man your a freshman in high-school already stop acting like a sissy"
James: "what the frick are you talking about"
Dad: "Boy you know exactly what I'm talking about"
James: "No I don't"
Dad: "With your art,drama,and dance you act rather gay son if I didn't see you staring at girls all the time I would think your gay. Your such a sissy glad I have Mickey here"
James: Silence
Dad: "What you just talked back to me not man enough to be served what you dished"
James: I stare at girls a lot???
Mom: "boys dinners ready"
Dad: "com-on son" my dad says putting his hand on my brothers shoulder
James: I'm left standing in the backyard just replaying my dads words "start acting more like a MAN" why does that word make my stomach upset. MAN MAn Man man man
Mom: "Honey it's dinner come inside"
James: I walk inside take my shoes off by the door and make it to the dining room we say grace then everyone starts eating I stare at my plate but just can't seem to take a single bite.
Mom: "Honey you going to eat?"
James: "I don't feel very well may I be excused?"
Mom:"Sure"
James: I go upstairs to my room shut the door and take off my socks I jump into my bed and just cry for what seems like for hours for a reason I don't know
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James and the treat-pail
Narrativa generale13 year old James Milton has never fit in. He's always wondered why he is a little bit different. Well on his last Halloween he figured out why.