The Paupers

Preston

"Fucking hell! Get out of the bloody bathroom!" The overwhelming sound of my uncles voice bolted through the house, followed by a loud pounding of his fist. I rolled my eyes as I continued to brush my teeth ignoring the horribly tempered man. You know I never did understand how there could be so much anger in such a little person. He can't go ten minutes with out telling at someone or something. Once I was done I took a look back in the mirror. I straightened out my baseball tee, loosely pulling the sleeves up to and inch before my elbo. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times again and flashed a smile in the mirror. God I was sexy.

"Imma give you ten seconds before I break down this door and then I'm going to break your face!" Tom yelled again and I exhaled. I don't doubt his threat he would love to hit my sexy as hell face but the fat lard would have to catch me first. Opening up the window of the bathroom I threw my backpack down the side of the house as I through my legs over the ledge. My backpack fell maybe 12 feet with a thud against the wooden deck, I grabbed the trim of the window and held onto that while I let go and let my weight carry me and fall close the window.

"3,2,1!" I heard the dunk bastard muffled screams through the walls of the house and the crack of the door. I couldn't help but smile as I sort of flinched to the sound. Opening up the patio door I walked into the dinning room. My aunt Jean held a frying pan with a pancake in the the center bubbling.

"Do you always have to aggravate him?" She questioned softly while shaking her head, her messy blond hair going slowly going shoulder to shoulder. I didn't answer her but merely shrugged my shoulders in response. I can't stand him and it's just something I enjoy doing. I brushed past her giving her a small kiss on the cheek and went into the fridge where I grabbed the carton of orange juice.

"You know I have to deal with him when you leave." she said sadly and I had a pang of sorrow for her. I guess she really must love him cause I don't know how she can put up with him. The constant drinking and smoking, the bastard does nothing all day long but sit in his lounge chair or on the toilet.

"Here sweety." Jean said as she laid four pills into my hand and I took them with the orange juice, chugging that rest and saving non for Tom.

"God fucking damnit where the hell is he!?" The monster like voice filled the house. God it felt like he was standing right next to you. Soon after heavy footsteps were being stomped down the stairs, hopefully he'll fall through them with all of his weight. When the sound of the footsteps started I saw Jeanies eyes widen and she tosed me a granola bar.

"You better hurry up." she gave me a small smile before she disappeared back into the kitchen. Once I grabbed the bar I was on my way out of the hell house. I ran back out of the patio door and down the steps. Unlatching the rusty rot iron gate, I threw my skate board onto the ground hopping on it.

I don't think I've every felt more free other than when I was skating. I let the wind and my weight take me down hill. Observing all the trees in every front yard, hovering over the street like a big green arch way. It's almost an unexpressible feeling, just stepping on the board, I mean, beside the fact I'm on my way to school which makes me want to kill myself. But yeah anyway I feel great.

••••••••••Harper••••••••

Her laugh was music to my ears. She spun around and flashed a smile at me while grabbing both of my hands and holding them in hers small soft ones. The feeling was indescribable. The sparks and tingles I feel when she touched me. How she was so care free, peaceful and was one of things that made me happy. Her charming and beautiful body, I was holding her. Kishana Davis is all mine. Her long arms slowly left my hands and she wrapped them around my neck pulling me closer and I gently grabbed her waist while pressing our foreheads together.