Rising Bass

Chapter 1- Only $200

The sun made my sweat as I mowed the grass. My white tank top with "Skillet" on the front. I had my black SouthPole jeans. I had my black Vans with white laces. I have to work for money for my bass guitar. My dad thinks it's a waste of money but I am determined to get it. After this work I should enough money to get it. The suns hot, I wanna pour water on myself. I can't because this isn't my lawn. It's hot today I swear to god. I sigh and when I finished. I put the lawn in the garage. I went into the house. This old lady who smelled like cookies walked up to me. Her hair grey and some glasses on her nose.

"Thank you. Here's the money I promised." She said. I smiled I nodded. I moved my black hair to the side, wet from sweat. (That Rhymed.) 

"Thank you Ma'am. Have a good day." I said. I left outside. I walked down the sidewalk it was really busy. People walking around and all of that. It's probably because it is Saturday. I walked and this guy bumped into me. It was the "most popular kid. so handsome." Yeah shut up. He reminds me of a trash bag filled with lies and rotten cupcakes. 

"Get out of my way dickhead." He said. Being a snotty rich athlete.

"Step off dude. I just wanna go the guitar store." I blurted.

"Oh yeah. Everyone knows your metalhead wanna be. You also what? Christian step off of the world and die already." He said stepping on my foot. I headbutted him and then walked off. Dreams are dreams. I wanna inspire hundreds or more that life is amazing. I wanna inspire people. 

I walk into the guitar store, I walk around and I see this big bass guitar. It was black with two spikes. I smiled. I've dreamt of having one every since I was little. It was $196. I picked it up. I didn't have to worry about an amp because I had one from a yard sale. I went to the counter. I handed the worker some cash. He pulled out the case. He put the guitar in the case. He put a warrant in the case.

"Thank you so much! " I said.

"No problem. You part of a band?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Oh... Maybe. You can join mine. Its only me and my brother. I'm a drummer and he does electric guitar. We need bass and a singer." He said.

"Yes! When though?" I asked.

"First practice is 8 pm on Monday. " he said. I smiled nodded.

"Although I know. That you have a crush on my sister. So I have to approve." He said. I gulped. He punched my shoulder.

"Don't worry about it dude. Seeya later." He said. "My names Jackson."

"I'm Jason." I waved and walked out. I walked through the crowd. I looked up and I looked at the sky and saw clouds thundering. It was cloudy and dim even though it was sunny. The joy of living in Colorado. I took a right into an alley. I walked up some stairs. I got my room key opened the door. I live in a hotel apartment. This apartment is very cheap so its on the side of a pizza store. I walked in. I went up an elevator went up a few floors. I went into a hall and unlocked this door. I opened it and closed it behind me. My mom was in the kitchen her black long hair. She wore Grinch pajama bottoms. 

"Hey sweetie. How was your day?" She asked cooking dinner. 

"Great I got a bass guitar!" I said. She stopped smiling. She just sighed. 

"You know there is now point. Your gonna be a construction worker like your dad was." She said.

"I'm who I want to be! I wanna inspire people until I grow old!" I say. She flipped me off and I went in my room. I know I sound like a stereotypical teenager but I'm already 16. I don't wanna be a construction worker. It's not my personal preference. I took out my bass guitar. I plugged it into the amp. I started playing some notes. It sounded great. I looked up some notes I played it. 

Next thin you know I practiced until 3 am. My eyes were bloodshot. I will become a hero. Life is to short so amazing. I will wait for Monday. Maybe I can impress her...probably not. I put it up. 

I laid down. I ate a burrito. I closed my eyes. Drifting into sleep.