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Chapter 1:
Mom: Wake up! Wake up!
Jameel: OK I'm up!! Damn, can't I just get five more minutes?!!
Mom: No!! You're late for school and if you want to go on that trip you'll get out of bed right now!
Jameel: Is it the 9th already?! (OK then) you might want to turn around for a minute.
Mom: You slept in the nude again haven't you?
Jameel: NO!!!!
Mom: Well why must I turn then huh?
Jameel: Come on mom, I'm seventeen I need space.
Mom: No, you need to stop jocking!!!!!!!
Jameel: lol very funny.
Mom: I'm heading downstairs so be ready within thirty minutes.
Jameel: Ok mom.
Mom: then come on, in the showers!
As she closes the door I immediately got up from my bed,
Jameel: Damn, she's right?!! I am nude. So what screw it. It's the best way to sleep when you need to go to the bathroom not for jacking off that's where she's wrong. I got into the shower and I thought about how my dad would be so happy at how far I've come.
Jameel :" OK enough of that sad shit, I'm tough as nails, cold as steel"
I then got out of the shower and dried my skin and again I dose off thinking, I knew underneath all my big talk, ever after ten years I was still weak and I will always succumb to my true feelings and cry out like a helpless child.
Mom: Jameel are you ready?
Jameel: Not yet mom! "How come someone with all that free time be so annoying!!! She should be laid back, like me".
Mom: BOY hurry up!!
Jameel: OK!!! Heard you the first time.
I walked over to closet and saw that I packed everything but then I took a second glance and I noticed that my jacket was missing,
Mom: I am ready!!!
Jameel: Damn I have to leave without it!!!!!
I quickly grabbed my luggage and ran downstairs to meet my mom,
Jameel: OK I'm all packed an ready to go.
Mom: You mean I packed for you.
Jameel: Thanks anyway.
As we walked out the door and to the car. I opened the trunk, put my suitcase in and then got in the car. As we came out of the driveway mom began to lecture me about my school trip,
Mom: You are going for education. NO GIRLS, NO PARTYING, and take nothing from no one-Oh and bring something back to remember your trip!! OK we're here.
Jameel: THANK GOD!! I felt like I would die in that car!!!!
I took my suitcase from the trunk and I was gearing for the school,
Mom: Have a nice trip OK.
Come back in one piece.
Jameel: Yes mom I will (God she does not quit!)
Mom: Oh and one more thing.
Jameel: What mom?
Mom: No tattoos!
Jameel: OK, Jeez!!!!!
I turned around and started walking to the school gate. The guard looked at me as I was coming to the entrance,
Guard: You're late!
Jameel: OK then, aren't you supposed to put my bags in the bus .
Jameel: "An while your at get a social life ".
YOU ARE READING
My Cherry Red Guitar
SpiritualWhen your parents don't tell you who they really are sometimes their true self's are revealed to you. This is is the story of how one trip to new Orleans turn's a boy into a powerful Angel and his friends into demon hunter's .
