The summer breeze was nothing I expected. The ay it blows hot air on you but some days it's cold. Summers where I live are bipolar it's been raining for days now and its cooled off to a low 70's I mean but before it started raining it was humid and climbing to the 90's, thankfully it never made it. I'm a cold weather kind of guy I like those 39 degree days and my favorite season is winter. I mostly love those negative days with no school and the danger of going outside and feeling numb only after a few minutes. I hate summer it's so stricken hot so you all is sit around and wait for school to start. You sweat uncontrolably and just went to die f heat stroke so you don't have to go through that again. In the summer I usually read a lot. I read all those books like catcher in the rye, the great Gatsby and Dorian gray. No one parents and my little brother. My older brother Randy left for college. I mean I still don't know what school he's going to / I'm forgetful about that kind of stuff. I can remember the smallest detail in a book but I can't remember to do the dishes after dinner. My brother once told me I was too smart for my own good. I'm not that smart though. I just read a lot.
I live in this swanky neighborhood with a bunch of wanna be hot shots. I can't even lie my father's one of them. There this group of guys who skipped out on college and now sell stuff like insurance. They have money but not much. Their always trying to outdo each other it's hard to watch. I think their just a bunch of wash ups who have been washed up for years. My dad is always trying to but my mom nice things. Things she doesn't need. The thing is he won't buy my little brother a bike. He's sick. But they all do it. All they care about is the women on their hip. Anyway they all have really neat houses but they can't afford to live in the suburbs. It's laughable they cut their grass and have their wife's plant flowers it's annoying. I can't even sit in my backyard in the summer without my mother telling me to put on clothes. It's not like I'm naked. Oh here she comes now with her perfect hair. She's yelling at me I'm just sitting here in my pajamas. I have these cool button up pajamas with the pants to match. My button up was open I will not lie but it's the end of June. She yells at me. It's not like the neighbors are out. She's getting heated now.
"What are you writing, are you even listening to me" she yelled "your making me look bad in front of the neighbors" She said really low. I could only just hear her. I'm in my room now. I never understood that why I had to be so perfect all the time. My dad is like that too. He takes an hour to pick out his outfit just to sell cars. Whatever he puts on is bad. I mean I love my parents and all but their life style is a drain. I'm an early bird and my dad is in the bathroom fixing his hair and I have to take a piss. He'll just yell "go away"
Sometimes I feel Randy and I got lucky. We never influenced by our parents wanna be extravagant life but my little brother Chris is totally absorbed by their life. I mean his only five but you can't take him anywhere with without fussing. Don't dare take him away from my mother r to any store. He'll start pointing and whining. He won't go anywhere without my mom. He was trip when he started school.
Now with Randy and me we don't give a shit. All I want is books and I can get them from the library or get a job to buy them myself. Randy hates for my parents to even think about getting him something for Christmas or his birthday. If it weren't for me I think he would disown his family. He used to stay out late all the time after he turned eighteen. My dad hated it so he would out later and more often. It got so bad we wouldn't see him for days at a time. When I asked him where he was he said
"I just stay with friends. I bum around" He got this real nasty look
"Don't let them tell you anything, they don't know what they're talking about" he smiled "just keep reading" He got up
After that he was gone again. He hated our folks and he never wanted them to do anything for him.
"What do you want for birthday" my mom asked him when come back to visit from college (I still don't remember the name)
YOU ARE READING
Let's go for a ride. (A collection of short stories)
Short StoryA few things I wrote in my spare time. (All images for covers found on tumblr and edited by me. So picture rights go to photographers)
