Short Story

I didn't realize as i walked out the schools doors today that it would be for the last time. But before I tell you about the past i have to start from the beginning. I was born January 20, 2001 i am only sixteen years old. My name is Brantley Crawford I have long brown hair and usually were jeans, t-shirt, cowboy boots, and a baseball cap. I live in a small town of Edge Hill, Georgia with the population of 24 people. Pretty much everybody knows me there and not in a good way. I have a best friend has name is Brodie Andersen we are the biggest troublemakers in that town we just tear around in my little 78 ford pick-up blaring our country music throwing our beer cans, copenhagen cases, and food wrappers out the window. But i also have a girlfriend named Amy Johnston and me and her had been together for a while just having great times

Although Brodie and I loved to tear around we also had to go to school. We arrived that morning and I had already got myself in trouble because the pocket knife i "forgot" to take out of my pocket so i had to drop that off in the school office. I found Brodie again so we took off to class our first class was the worst class ever algebra. But on the way to class Brodie pipped up and said "what happened in the office" and i replied "they yelled a little bit then took my knife and said stuff i didn't pay attention to" then he said "I see" and chuckled a little bit. But we got to class and sat down and it was the usual stuff the teachers says to get your stuff out so we all did so then we st there and worked and then we did that in the classes after that to. We finally got outta there but we got some slack because it was homecoming and we didn't have to go to some classes just to get stuff done. Brodie played football so I went to watch him with Amy. There was this guy i really hated there his name was Steve Danielson and he decided to come talk crap. So me and him got into it and i beat him bad somebody called the cops on me and they showed up and arrested me. Brodie didn't know because he was playing and Amy was bawling her eyes out and all i could do was tell her it would be okay. this is what i meant at the beginning when i said that was the last time i walked through those doors.

They gave me a court date and all my family showed up along with Brodie and Amy. My lawyer was somebody my dad found she was a complete stranger apparently she was the only person in that town that didn't know me and i didn't know her so at least we had something in common. we ended up not winning the court case and i had the choice of military or jail and i picked the obvious military. So they brought me out there and i was training for months and everyday me and Amy would write letters well any day i could it really sucked there the food was crappy and the people in general were just assholes. But long months of camp happened and i finally got deployed in Syria. We were at battle for years upon end and finally we had won the war and i finally got to go home so it took me a day to get home and when i got there i went straight to Brodie's house and he freaked out he was crying and he wrapped me in a hug and said "thank the lord brother you made it home i gotta take you to your surprise" i said "huh" and he said "shut up and you will find out when we get there" and on the ride to where ever it was we were going he just asked how was the military and what i did there and all that. We finally arrived at this strange house and he told me to go to the door and I did and when i saw who answered i was the happiest man alive it was Amy the love of my life but i realized she was holding this kid somewhere around 3 years old and i said "who is this" and she replied "this is Jack he is our son". I just stood there in shock because i didn't know what to do so all i did was hold him and say "hi little Jack i'm your daddy". It was the saddest thing ever i was crying because well i was away i had a son that doesn't even know who I am.

I eventually i got to emotional for it so i left and i walked down to the bar and that was the worst thing i could have done because after those few drinks i couldn't stop and i just developed a habit because after that one night of stress and i didn't stop. I would come home every night and kiss that little boy and Amy on the forehead. every night i would stay up crying because i realized i had a drinking problem and i couldn't stop and every night id come home wasted and that's not what i wanted in my life. Every time i came home drink me and Amy would fight  and i guess one day she had enough and she got up and left forever with my son id never see again. So Brodie came over that night and i was completely drunk and he was telling me it would all be alright but i snapped and told him to leave and get out of my life. So he did and i went for a little drive and something crazy happened Amy and Brodie both turned on the news that night and seen a guy named Brantley Crawford had gotten into a fatal car crash while drunk driving and was killed at the seen. Needless to say they never saw me again but i saw them every day while i was looking down from heaven.