My Confessional

2. David

The trailerpark days, the early days, my platinum days, all different titles that mean virtually the same thing. The years that didn't matter, everything would run together anyway. Even despite this, they were the best years of my life.

"Go" I hear David's small voice among the screech of bus tires. Running like my life was going to end, I felt like I could fly. As If I grew wings and soared high above the clouds, I felt high.

Adrenaline cut through me like drugs, eating me alive, with no other purpose. Nothing was impossible and nothing could bring me down, our race was all that was. Two kids racing through childhood, back then that's all I wanted, now I just want more.

Sand being kicked up as we raced across the deserted streets, the sound of light panting in my ear was unavoidable as we stopped in the yard in front of my house. Feeling of fatigue swept through us, after being at school all day, it takes your breath away. Since David was on a soccer team and I was always bursting with energy, we made the perfect combination. As thick as thieves, and as close as brothers, in a way I was his brother, making me brother number four and the oldest.

David is a year younger than me, the firework of a nine year old just ready to explode, I feel like he was my puppy. Always wanting to hang out with me but I never wanted to because I found his brothers annoying and I didn't have enough energy to spend an afternoon.

"Can you play?" David asks, his tan skin complimenting his glowing smile, his jet black hair making it even more bright.

"Sorry, I have a lot of homework." I lied, in reality I needed alone time, my homework was playing video games and I couldn't just give that up.

The squeaking of the wooden steps like when you walk into a haunted house in a horror game, as I entered my long trailer home. It was always the same old cycle, get home and go straight to my gamecube. What can I say, Luigi's Mansion is my favorite game and I'm crazy good at it. When I'm feeling like I want to return to the trailer park for an hour or two, all I have to do is put the game in. Pure nostalgia, as pure as I've experienced it.

One thing I can say that none of my friends have done is live with my best friend for a month, yeah, lived with four brothers, try living through that!

"Stop touching me" David says to me angrily, even when he was mad there was no way I could take him seriously, he was too cute.

"I'm not touching you" I say, my finger inches from his face without contact, yeah the argument that happened everyday, we were those kids.

"Time for bed", David's mom steps in, slightly irritated but as calm as the summer breeze.

Today was different than the other days, mostly consisting from coming home from school and then play time, more like throwing plastic toys until one of us cried. Soon after that it would be Soccer practice then dinner, then bed. The nights were the hardest, we were in the middle of packing for the move to Colorado and I decided to stay at David's because I didn't want to change schools with only a couple months to go. Nights were the time to miss everything I didn't have, my mom and Grandma.

I missed playing games with her, missed the laughing when we died, laughing at the mistakes we've made, what it should be until the day we die but... it's not. Every night I would ask to call become because the stress of not having my mommy with me was too much for me to handle. Brotherhood only making it harder for me, I was the silent child who didn't want to take a wrong step, trying to act as respectful as possible in front of my new family. Polar opposites from the brothers, fast paced, extroverts, and always bouncing off the walls like they were on sugar, like it was a drug.

One good thing did come out of this though, soccer, it wasn't always missing home and thinking about what could be my future. The field as vast as the sky above our heads, clouds acting as the mental release of kicking a ball across a field. It was amazing and yet I was at a complete disadvantage because most of the kids on the team only spoke Spanish, while I had no one but David to follow around, this was our trade. After school following me like a lost puppy, while I did the same thing on the field. I also made an effort to pass to everyone and to not leave anyone out, even though I can't understand doesn't mean I should be any less of a team player.

Incomprehensible, this world is based off of competition and the feeling of winning and crushing your enemies. Not being a good person and caring about the people on your team, I just feel like people get too power thirsty and I'm the complete opposite.

Seems like everything is fun while it lasts, maybe a day, a week, a month, but the truth is the sun must fall and the moon must rise. Kids must have fun while they can before falling victim to the effects of the moon. When I play soccer in gym, or when someone says they were just at a soccer tournament, i'll always think of David because he taught me the strength of the sport, while including the weakest member of the team.