In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 1 * PART 1

We Don't Talk Anymore

Hello my name is Suradet Paniwat but my friends call me Bas and I live in Texas USA. My mother is white Dad is from Thailand but he was adopted when he was little. He never learned how to speak Thai. So that the makes me half white half Thai. My best friend family comes from Thailand. So let me tell You the story of my life.

I glanced at the old book cover of my favorite novel and tossed it into my backpack with a towel, a bottle of water and my SPF 55 for my sadly pale skin. It was a hundred degrees Fahrenheit about right for a typical Texas July and lucky 14-year-old me had a friend with a swimming pool. It was going to be a great day.

Or so I thought. But more on that later. The trailer park where I lived in with my dad used to have a pool years ago, but now it was neglected with a shallow green pool of muck hosting a few beer cans floating on top. Last time I stood at the edge and looked down, I swear there was a dirty diaper in there, too. Gross. I considered the book again and then pulled it out and returned it safely back to the little shelf in my closet where my few valuables were kept.

Back to the book it wholes some kind of sentimental value to me. This was a I credited it with saving my life in a sense. Let me explain. The best gift my mother gave me. My mother wanted a girl when she had me. She was going to named me Scarlett after the bold, beautiful and unstoppable heroine from Gone with the Wind. In fact, it might be the only thing she gave me I can't remember anything else other than a few of the usual emotional scars of abandonment. That miserable excuse for a parent that left me and my dad when I wasn't even two years old, so I had no collection of photos, birthday cards, or other sentimental special things a son could expect from his mother.

Things that my best friend, Tee, Was spoiled rich. Sometimes I envied Tee and his shelves of fancy things, visual evidence that he was loved and adored by everyone. But I wouldn't trade my anything? Wouldn't choose to a live a dull life as a Jesse or a tedious Sam god forbid a weak, needy Mel? Not a chance.

As soon as I was old enough to read, I got my hands on a worn out books. paperback copy of any books or Manga's from a library sale for fifty cents, and I would read them cover to cover. And then I read them several times after throughout my youth in between obsessive marathons of Bonanza and any novels. When kids at school made fun of me for my shoddy thrift store clothes or because I lived in a trailer park, I held my head high and imagined this was how Scarlett must have felt when she worked in the cotton fields to save Tara after the Civil War. She did what she had to do to pull herself up out, so I decided to do the same thing for my life.

This book help me to keep my sanity and I decided to be better than my parents.
I guess the difference between my life and Scarlett O'Hara was that I was not planning to marry someone rich or to climb up the ladder selling myself to someone for money. I just wanted to get out of the trailer park and become a better person. So I decided to be a straight-A's student. Education was my only one way ticket to get out of this place.

So even though my mother was a loser and probably drink herself to death. I was not going to be to the same thing with my life. Maybe she left me that book so I could dream big become somebody to dream big and work hard for what I want. To be somebody in this life and eventually move out of this mobile home out of my Dad. A man who stopped dreaming the day that she left us.

My strength was one of the things that helped me survive growing up poor and motherless. The other was my best friend Tee and the Kerdthongtaveell family.
I grab my backpack and some cheap flip flops and started heading out on that hot, sweaty walk to my best friend's house. Knowing that will be rewarded with a clear water, cool water pool and no beer cans or dirty diapers.

As I walked to their side of town it was easy to see how the scenery change, how does social status changed. I lived right on the border of the dusty trailer-park a Fairfield Texas. You could see the different social status of the neighborhood with well-kept lawns and the stations of security guards outside of their gated communities. How is the 10% of the student body really didn't belong there, alarm for 8 quickly that money didn't buy everything nor gave you the happiness not even the acceptance.

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Hi guys here is another update. I haven't had time to do the update do to I'm working from home.I think that this part is boring.
Are that Specially know with the Corona virus. I can step into hospital so I have to my interpretation from home. I have a lot work now a days.

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