Disclaimer: If you are offended by the source material within this fictional work, although I sincerely apologize, I truly hope that you understand that I am purely joking. And if anyone asks, I am indeed black...but it's pointless to ask because people can be whoever and whatever they want to be on the internet, so you won't know what's true or not.
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Chapter 1: Dark Storm
A story about vengeance begins, but before that I shall provide readers with the tragic beginnings of a certain individual. This man, he has no last name, only malice within his heart for a group of people who have wronged him.
We go back to that day, when he was innocent and full of vigor and hope. It was the spring of 2019, prom was soon approaching and he opted to go alone.
"For the last time mom, I'm fine with going to prom by my- shut the fuck up!"
God, what's wrong with these people he thought to himself as he apologized to his mother. She was a woman with a heavy set build, in her mid 30s, of dark complexion and had a facial structure so rare that one might confuse her to be the new spokesperson for Aunt Jemama.
She, however, rarely wore a smile on her face as the blatantly racist mascot did at the supermarket in the baking aisle. She joked a few times, but she quite often serious in every sense of the word when it came to her 5 children, this young man being the second oldest. As her son apologized for his rude outburst, she remained unhinged and gave him a look of utter disappointment.
"Mom, I'm sorry about that. You know how it I around here in this cramped house."
"Yeah...I know. But what can ya do about it? Anyway, why don't you ask one of your friends to go with you? I know you've been eyeing that girl; uh, what's her name?"
"Denise, mom, Denise. I'm not asking her, she'd probably want to go to the after party everyone has planned. And you know I'm not the type that likes hanging out at night. I'd much rather just go, have fun however I can, then come home and sleep. After I watch wrestling of course."
"Well, baby. You know that it's also good to gain experience, right? A story to tell, a lesson to be learned. You could have that by asking Denise to go with you and then going to the after party. It can only be once if you want; one experience is worth more than a thousand lives."
What the hell does that mean?
"Mom, I've already made up my mind. I'm going to prom alone. I already got the tuxedo, I haven't told anyone what color it is so I doubt Denise would just magically appear in a green or black dress."
"You don't know that. Could be destiny that you two wear the same colors."
"That's not destiny, mom. It's just luck and a coincidence."
She stood inbetween his door and the wall adjacent to it, she folded her arms and let out heavy sign; her face full of concern and an irritated, but sad expression.
Martin couldn't bear seeing his mother upset, but his choice was already made; his decision, final
"I'm not going to do it, mom. But, I might do it for the next one in college. I'll make THAT my experience."
"I hope you do, honey."
Martin only said it to please his mom, in reality he most likely would never try to venture into the territory of love in college. The countless rejections he went through in this last year of high school were enough to deter him from making any more spur of the moment confessions. He can never gauge what they're thinking about, whether it's him or someone else. He just wants a chick that speaks her mind in any and every situation, regardless of what others may think.
