Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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It was always so lonely in Bushwick. It was a city where anything
could happen and sometimes mostly anything did happen. I woke up one day
in Bushwick to find myself without a mother and a father. I remember that
day like it was yesterday.

It was yesterday.

They had called. They said that my mother and father had died in a car
crash. They called me to go identify the bodies of my parents. I wasn't even
18 really. I'm still 17. I had been waiting eagerly for that birthday and
for that freedom that so many young children wish for. I wanted to be away
from my parents, but now I would be away from them . . . permanently

It wasn't really a sad affair, it was sort of a shocking affair. I
didn't remember much about what happened after yesterday. All I remember is
sitting home today and having to lock myself in the room because all of the
family that had come to mourn and talk my brains out. I hated the talk. I
hated the sadness and I hated to feel so confused. Most of all I hate
having to start off this story in tragedy. I am not a very tragic person. I
don't have the emotions that other people have. I think that is one of the
reasons that I locked myself in my room. The people outside would be
expecting me to feel sadness and it was a feeling that I just couldn't
deliver.

I stared at the wall because of the sudden knock on the door.

"Syn, you in there?"

That was my name. Syn. I had always hated my parents for naming me
that. Who names their only child "Syn". I used to remember sitting in class
and hearing the teacher call out names. When she reached my name, a little
smirk would roll over her ugly face. She would say my name "Syn Clinton"
and then follow up with a short, mocking "Syn." I knew it amused her. I
knew she would go home and tell all her friends and family that there is a
boy in her class whose name is Syn. Probably exchange some "what was his
parents thinking" and "what kind of name is sin" in between it.

Fuck em. Bastards. They don't know shit about me...right?

Well, I don't know if I live up to my name. Sometimes, I have these
thoughts. I didn't want to sound like that lil obsessive, delinquent kid
from "Catcher in the Rye" or anything, but I found a problem in almost
everyone. I had to admit it. I wasn't a very 'people' person.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to sound as nice as I could possibly muster,
considering that some of the people that came to visit me would also be some of
the people that would help me financially.

"Its Ms. Nicole."

I lazily went to open the door. Not this bitch again. She was
supposedly my godmother. She was one of the most annoying people my mother
ever became friends with. They had told me that I would be going to live
with her and her family near downtown Bushwick, after the funeral
procession. I never met her family, but I was sure, if they were anywhere
as annoying as her, it wouldn't work out. She walked in and began to
preach almost half the bible to me. She preached for 47.5 minutes...I
knew this because I counted the time. I just looked at her with the most bored
look on my face, but did she get it? No...She just kept bullshiting on
about how the death of my parents was god's will.

She left after the 47.5 minutes and went back out. For the next couple
of hours, the people in the living room came in my bedroom and counseled
me. I had never been so bored in my life. I had never felt the urge to bang
my head against the dresser as much as I did now. After the next hour, I
had completely stopped listening to people. All I heard was "bye". This
one guy (I have no idea who he was) was saying something to me in the room
when I just turned and looked out the window. The street was dark, but this
one street light was outside. It shined out and made the street seem to
glitter almost to bring these shadows or what not. Well...at first I
thought they were goddam shadows, until I saw this figure. It was a guy and
I could tell because of the lean in his walk. The guy was hooded up, almost
like it was raining outside. I stared, almost entertained by how hard he
bounced in his walk like he was about to break out into breakdancing or
something. I started to smile and then I caught his eye. I recognized them
immediately. He smiled back when I saw him. He made this jerking action,
which meant to come outside.