One Game

1.This is it

••Warning- 14 year old Savannah writing, not current 21 year old savannah writing••

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"Hey Darrel, how bout a game?" Referencing to the pool table.

"No, I'm alright. I've learned my lesson three times today."

"Fine..But I got you tomorrow." I give him a quick wink.

No Darrel is not a hot, dreamy 17 year-old boy. He is a 57 year-old white bearded,tattoo lovin biker. Why am I hanging out with 57 year-old biker you ask? Because I was raised here. Joanna Lynn Mason was born 5 lbs 3 ounces on the 13th of January in 1997. If you haven't put the pieces together yet that's me. I was raised in a little town right outside of Houston, Texas named Nacate. The population is only 30,000 people. Mostly consists of middle age biker men that have seen the world and rebel teenagers looking for independence.

My dad, David Mason, had finished building his dream motorcycle bar with a three bedroom apartment on top two weeks before I was born. Talk about good timing.

Before he met my mom, he was a die-hard biker. My mom was an angel in the flesh. She literally had a glowing halo above her head. When you saw them together all you thought was "How the hell did that happen?" Mean muggin face and all the black leather you could imagine described David. Marriage came for the two lovers and a year later I popped out. My mom thought a biker bar was no place for a child to be raised. But as you could tell David begged to differ. After four years of bringing me up and five years of marriage, my mom decides to check out California. Yep, you guessed it! That means no more mommy for me. I was only four at the time so I thought that she was on a vacation. At least that's what he told me.

Skip ahead two months, David was in a hard spot with the bar. I was growing like a weed and he couldn't handle it. Until one day a scruffy faced man walked in the bar looking for a place to stay. Darrel. Being the kind hearted man my dad was, he offered him the spare bedroom we had and from then on Darrel helped raised me. Also with the help of the other bikers that came in and out the bar. As you an tell I was a daddy's girl. No shame in my game.

When I turned 6 years old one of the usual bikers asked me if I knew how to play pool. Of course I didn't, but I wanted to learn. From then on David, Darrel and the suspicious man taught me how to play. At the age of 12, it became like a drug to me. As unusual as that sounds it was my routine to come home, do chores, do homework and play pool for hours on end. I became so good, that one day I played everyone in the bar and won. WON! EVERYONE! So now I win every time I play and occasionally I let them win so it doesn't get boring for me. And to be nice of course.

So now I'm 17 years old and playing everyone I come in contact with. Sometimes it's tourists, sometimes it's the 'usuals'. Sometimes I play the part of a 'con artist' to bring in money for the bar. Sometimes I just play by my self. Doesn't matter to me as long as I'm playing.

It's not much but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Well because this is my world.