Chapter 3: Home Troubles

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So I finally made it to my front door, I got my key out of my pocket to unlock the door I hear bumping within my house as if someone was in the repeatedly hitting the wall. I unlock the door, walk in , and turn my attention towards my 26 year old brother, Avon's, room. The bumping got louder as I got closer and closer towards his room. I lean my ear on the door and slowly crack the door to see what was going on. And I see my big brother and another latino guy in bed. Suddenly, I Had Gotten that same feeling of emptiness as in the cafeteria. I had lost All Emotions for a brief moment. I slowly closed my brothers door with a blank expression on my face . I walked to my room upstairs, not caring about the hog pee & bleach stench on me , and layed down gently in bed hoping that evening thing that happened today was a "krazy" dream

I Woke up the next morning troubled. My Big Brother I Looked Up to Is A Homosexual, My best friend Hakeem has abandoned me, and I'm the laughing stalk of the school now. My Life is over. Well at least i still have GOD on my side.

As I walk down stairs from my room to get breakfast i noticed, my mom was missing from the kitchen, but i didnt think nothing of it at the time , i just told myself she maybe left for work, at the hospital, early.So i grab a bowl of cereal and sought beside my PaPa, who always sits and eats his oatmeal at the dinner table every morning."The Fuck is wrong wit yo face boy you look like you just ate some booty" said my PaPa

"im not in the mood PaPa" i replied omishly

"yo lil ass finally toughenen up i see lil head ass boy" said PaPa smiling

i left my cereal on the table and walked to school since i missed the bus this morning.

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