Imagnanate

The Beginning

Since I was a kid I was always fascinated about the bedtime stories my mom tells me and my brother before we sleep. When mom told us bedtime stories, I never slept till the end of the stories. They are so inspiring and wild, I never even wanted to let mom stop the story but It was late at night, so she gave me a goodnight kiss. But there was one thing she said to me that I could never forget before she closed the door.

"Imagination...nothing is impossible if you just use it at everyday obstacles in your life, it will always help you no matter what."

"But mom how can it help me?" I stammered (I was only a 6 year old so how can I understand it right?)

"Your too young for it to understand okay,but just remember Imagination can take you places in your life you never even dreamt of...don't ever forget that, Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise!" I answered enthusiastically

"Okay my little Jason now tuck in and get to sleep okay"

"Love you" I said while getting my favorite elephant stuff toy 'Noodley'

"Love you too" she said as she closed the door.

Well the reason I really remembered it was not just fascination,but it was literally the last words of my mom before she was run down by a speeding truck.It was the worst days of my life, wait no 'worst' is a soft word make it like the 'Dark' day's yes thats more appopriate,and from that day I blamed imagination for the death of my mom and I never believed in fantasy and magical stories cause nothing ends happily ever after.Not only my mom died but me and my brother was turned over to the ugly,smelly,fat Aunt in other words the Guiness World Record holder of the worlds most worst Aunt....Presenting (cue: drum roll) Aunt Dina. And ugh speak of the devil.

"Hey you good-for-nothing girl! Get me some beer and tobacco,hurry up I did'nt feed you every day and let your lazzy butt in here in my apartment"

"Okay Aunt Dina, I'll feed your fat butt you-"

"What did you say!" gulp ,I think she heard!

"Uhh no no I just said you were be----autif--...ul" (cough!) I cant even say it properly.

"Hurry up I dont want my majhong partners to wait for your lazy unworthy ass!"

"Ok ok here I am" ahh! I think im gonna puke and hyperventilate in this place.It smells like old woman perfume (oh dont even get me started with it!) and tobacco (as in not the 'usual' cigarette but big ones the size of her big fat thumbs and it smells worse than the small ones.).

"Here"

"Finally!,now get out of my eyesight I dont want to see that lazy,tardy face of yours" (oh really me too !, I dont even want to see your clothes.)

I dont even know why I ended up at this blob-of-an-apartment.Theres only three rooms,one for us brothers and two for 'her' junk and for her bed,now that's pure evil.Us brothers share this small and desolate room but we made it livable and had good results,one bunkbed (I get the top one) and on our walls....

Me: Darts and a target board and Aunt Dina as the bulls eye,wallpapers of soccer stars and (of course) baseball stars with a poster signed by Coldplay and the most important, picture of my mom.

Daniel: Also darts and a target board (c'mon you know what im saying),wallpapers of football players and baseball stars,his girlfreind and lastly mom.

We painted our ceiling and walls with random colors so it has a swirly feeling and just put a cheap fuzzy rag,a disco ball(we found it at the junkshop.) and a small mini tv. (we had to earn a lot just to get it cause Aunt Dina doesnt know the meaning of 'sharing'.)...In my opinion this room is the only coolest room here,speaking of Daniel....Where Is he he has to be here exactly 7:30 pm but now its like 7:58,he's gonna treat me for a baseball game.Wait I forgot to take a shower, well better should hurry up.