Love without colour

Rich kid

Oswaldo’s P.O.V

I have two more hours before I have to start at my new school. It’s bad enough that I have to start at another new school, but having to start in the middle of the school year is just down right evil. I blame my parents. They thought sending me to the worse public school they could find, would make me be grateful to them and appreciate them more.

If they would just take the time to get to know me a little, maybe then I would appreciate them more. However, right now all I wanted to do is turn 18 and get my own place. I have enough money from what my grandparents left me. I’m their only grandchild after all. And the day I turn 18 I will be a good few millions richer.

I’d like to see my parents tell me what to do then. My dad was upset when my grandparent’s Will was read and every penny was left to me. The only thing they gave him was the house he was born in.

My father and his father never got along. My grandfather was upset when my dad married my mother. He used to always call her the gold-digger. When I was younger I didn’t understand why he did it, but as I got older I started to see my mother for who she really is. A cold hearted, gold-digger. She don’t care about me, her only concern is not having control over my inheritance.

I have three more weeks on till my 18 birthday, then I’m free.

I look at the time, one more hour. I should get up and get ready, but who cares if I’m late. It’s not like I have a reason to be early anyway. I wonder if Melody goes to the same school. That girl needs someone to teach her some manners and tell her when to shut up. Or better yet, kiss her until she shuts up. She is cute though, all 5 ft. 4 of her.

I’m here lying in bed thinking about one very crazy black girl. What would my parents think if I started dating a black girl from the ghetto? My mother would probably have her arrested for something, and my father would disown me. Not like I care what they think. I date whoever I wanna date.

Maybe, it’s not such a bad idea. Maybe if they thought I was falling off the deep end, they would start to pay a little more attention to me. Or maybe I’m hoping for too much, but it never hurts to try.

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“Oswaldo, you are going to be late on the first day of your new school.”

My mother’s annoying voice rings out. Would this women just stop calling my name? I have a lot of shit to deal with, I don’t need her yelling in my ears.

“It’s not like I’m gonna learn anything of importance, mother."     

I grab a toast from the table, getting ready to walk out the door. No way am I sitting down and having breakfast with her and my father. I’ll have to sit and listen to them tell me how much of a screw up I am. No thanks.

“Do not walk and eat Oswaldo is unbecoming of a young man. When are you going to learn to act like a proper Richards?” Uh, never. If being a “proper” Richards means being a cold, stuck up bitch or an angry, insensitive ass then I’d rather be myself.

“Never fear mother, I will soon be 18 and my unbecoming manners will no more bother you when I am gone.”

I see the muscle twitched in her jaw, as she struggled to keep her cool. My mother would never lose her shit. No, because that would be unbecoming of a Richards. Maybe I should push her a bit more, then again maybe I shouldn’t. My father has a nasty temper, and I don’t really feel like getting on his bad side today. Maybe tomorrow.