The Grey in Between

Andrew

Fuck this. My mom thinks that just because she doesn't live with my dad anymore, she can send my ass to some all boys prep school in this tiny no good town. Only a year or so until I turn 18, one more year of school and I can say adios to mommy dearest and the step father from hell. The only thing that that marriage was good for was making me sick. I feel bad for leaving Gracie. My half sister would be the only reason I'd stay.

I'm complaining a lot, but it really isn't that bad, Steve isn't a monster. He just always dreamed of having a 6' 4', 200+lbs., all star football player son. And when he got me, puny up until 14 when I shot up too 6' 1" but was still only 140 lbs, he tried everything to get me to be his dream son, so at 15, I dyed my hair hot pink, adopted a leather studded jacket, and started wearing high tops. Yeah, I was that punk no one let there kids around. The one with the tongue and eyebrow piercing by the time he was 16. I even started acting like it. I went from straight A's to C's, rode a skateboard everywhere and got a few mis demeanors. Just because Steve pushed to much, called me pal, and pissed me the hell off. I was a huge let down for everyone. I disappointed my mom, but she always sided with Steve. I was the kid with a rich fake dad and my mom who left me for the guy. I didn't belong to anyone.

But it had been worse, back in the days before Steve, with the drunk men and the beatings I'd get as a kid. It took my mom until I was eight, when I was nearly beat to death by my moms drunk stoner boyfriend at the time. It scared the hell out of her, and social services threatened to take me away, so she sobered up, got a job, we moved out of the trailer park, mom met Steve and got married when I was nine, Gracie came a year later. The thing is, no matter how much I resented and rebelled against my mom and Steve, Gracie was my angel.

But now I'm here, at this prep school. This all boys prep school. The taxi left, and I'm standing here gawking at the place. So, I pick up my duffel, sling my backpack over my shoulder and grab my guitar and skateboard, which against some heavy fighting with my mom, brought with me anyways, and trudge inside.