Hey guy’s! Just wanted to let you know that the Amazement’s of the Month for May should be posted by the end of the week! But keep checking up! I think I’ll start putting up my videos soon!
Hey guy’s! Just wanted to let you know that the Amazement’s of the Month for May should be posted by the end of the week! But keep checking up! I think I’ll start putting up my videos soon!
HEY MAX! got something for ya buts its pretty long!
I’m ready
This isn’t a story of bravery. No, because I wont let it be one. This isn’t a story where someone prevails. This is a story where redemption is a long and hard road to follow.
I had a hard life when I was young. Nothin ever went right. Nothin. The times I spent sitting on the Sunday morning sidewalk, waiting, waiting for something, anything to happen. Nothin ever did happen though. It was a sad existence for me and my little sister Laura. I knew I had to change that. But how? That’s when I met her. She was beautiful and perfect. Her name was Max, well Maxine, but we called her Max. She showed me the way to be happy and live free. Every morning Laura would beg me to get up so we could go play with Max. We had adventures carrying our minds to the deserted islands in the pacific ocean, the fishing boats out on the Boston coast, and our favorite traveling with Mr. Indiana Jones through the lost tomb. Until I turned seven. Then I put her away locked in my mind, Laura didn’t like that, but it had to be done. I couldn’t play with imaginary friends anymore. We were stuck, without parents, without a home, and without a friend. Laura and I were foster children. A spreading fire called Alcohol consumed my parents, until they were so bad we had to be forcibly removed from their custody.
I became my sister’s father. If some big boys at school picked on her I’d smash their face in until you couldn’t tell their face from their rear. If it was a little clique of girls rumoring about her looks, or her clothes I beat on their brothers since I couldn’t hit them. If they didn’t have a brother? I’d steal their lunch. My sister would smirk as she heard them starving in class. If I was coming after you, you knew it. My blue eyes would be stone cold, I’d stalk towards you, and I had my teeth grinded shut. And boy did they try to run! They could never get away, you see I played sports, I was tough, and I didn’t let anyone get away with hurtin my little sister. She was a beautiful little girl, she was always smiling, everyone who knew her well was her friend, and I loved her.
When I turned eight she got picked, but not me. She screamed and cried, they had to drag her off of me, but then again I was trying to hold on too. I thought I would never see her again, so I vowed to find her. This is where everything began.
When that day came the people were nice enough, they took us to the park and had us play, while I pushed my sister on the swings they sat smiling, I thought they were perfect for us. I don’t know what I did but I must have screwed up somehow because they separated us. We didn’t know so both of our bags were packed, that’s when Ms. Niles, the one who ran the foster home, only took Laura and left me in the room with the other children. There was so much screaming and pounding of feet that I had to run out and see what was happening. They were taking her away! Laura broke free from Ms. Niles and ran to me, hugging me so hard I thought I’d pop. There were tears in her green eyes, her new parents watched a guilty look on their face as I glared at them. I suppose my eyes were scary when they were angry because Laura used to say they went from a free sky to a crackling ice. Some of the other women at the foster home grabbed her trying to pull her off, I realized that I was to holding on too. “Jake!” she screamed when they finally got her off me and took her away. When suddenly I realized… we never said goodbye.
My sister who I was supposed to protect at the cost of anything, the one I cared most about, she was gone and I was alone. I failed her. Every feeling of self-importance disappeared, I was useless. The entire world of the living meant nothing to me anymore. My one purpose to live was gone. The one promise I ever truly meant was forced to be shattered. I had promised Laura that when we were saved nothing would ever hurt her again, I promised and I would have done anything to keep that promise. That night I sat in my room, I didn’t cry, it wasn’t the sort of time to cry, I sat silently thinking to myself what I was going to do to those people that took her away. I plotted and plotted, dreamed of ripping their hearts out and grinding them to dust, and built my hatred until it was in danger of exploding. The women at the home were worried I was going to do something horrible at school so I was allowed to stay home that whole week. When the next Sunday came I’m sure my ice blue eyes were now frozen to a point of such complete hatred that no one dared to look at them. I was back and more vicious than ever.
I went to school that week angrier than usual and I beat on a lot of kids not really caring, just getting anger out I guess. My sister, my beautiful sister, was gone and I missed her. I was angry at everything, I thought it was their fault my sister wasn’t here anymore, I even started pushin around the other foster kids, it was their fault they didn’t get picked instead of my sister. And so grew my hatred, of everything.
That’s when I started makin stuff, you know like airplanes and birdhouses, but the things I made the most were wooden flowers. Laura loved flowers, especially roses, I thought that if I was going to plant flowers people would think I’m a sissy, so I made them instead. Ms. Niles was just glad she didn’t have anymore black eyes and bloody noses to fix, she even bought me red and green paint. The worst part of this was that when I was done with a flower I turned to give it to Laura, but she was never there. My hatred of everything melted until it became extreme depression.
One day the girls at school who used to pick on my sister came up to me. I had my knees tucked into my chest and I was up against the brick wall.
They said “We…um we’re really sorry about what we did to your sister” and gave me a little note.
They thought she wasn’t coming to school anymore because of them. I read the note over and over again just because it had her name on it. Finally I went home, crashed on my bed, and broke down and cried. I just let everything out, when Ms. Churchill, a pretty young woman who was a caretaker there, came into my room to ask me what’s wrong.
I was still so angry and I just thought that was the stupidest question to ask I screamed “You know darn well what’s wrong!” and stormed out of the room.
Most of my time was spent in my room fuming or making something. I suppose I was in the middle of a break down. Feeling useless like I didn’t have a purpose anymore, with Laura I was a guard, now I was a useless ragtag kid, just like the rest of the fosters.
Two whole years went by. I knew my sister was gone, she must have been. I was ten now she would be six. That same feeling of uselessness hung about on me. I still didn’t let anyone beat on me though, a kid at school noticed how depressed I was and tried to punch me, I showed him, he’s in the hospital right about now with a broken neck and some teeth missing here and there. By then most kids stayed away from me and I was alone. Max came back that day, that’s when I knew it was over for me, she didn’t really help, just made it worse so I shut her up again. I knew I was beaten when Max came back, it wasn’t obvious, I just knew it as soon as I caught sight of her brown hair and fair skin, some things you just feel instead of learn.
That day I ran. I ran like Forrest Gump with no purpose other than my own. I ran so far that I must of passed eight towns, until I saw I was only at school a couple of blocks away, talk about depressing.
I was stupid to think I could survive. I was starving, I even dug through garbage cans like a dog. Sneaking into restaurants with couples that may have looked like parents, some were nice enough to give me a bite of food here and there. After four days like that I got my reward. Laura, with her parents, they were walking, carrying ice cream, just as I was about to call out a hand grabbed my arm, Mrs. Niles. Have you ever seen the real meaning of furious? She pulled me back to the home where I was punished, but I didn’t care I saw my sister, she was still living in town, I thought I would fly.
After thinking back to that very moment I noticed she didn’t seem happy, she wasn’t Laura as I knew her, she trudged along the sidewalk a scowl on her face but as her parents looked at her she flashed a fake smile, but she wasn’t herself, she almost looked sick. That only made me feel excited, maybe if she was upset enough they would come to get me! Maybe they would even give Laura back!
After that incident I started running out of the home more often, I was looking at different schools in the area to see if I would find Laura. I sure did get punished but I was so close. That’s when I found her school. She was playing, well not really playing, sulking by the swings. Some kids came up to her and started picking on her. So I hopped the fence. Real quiet like I slipped behind them and started hailing on them. I hit them so hard, so pretty I thought a couple more and I‘d knock them out cold. I remember kicking a couple in their chests. Punch after punch then they ran, and anger coursed through me. Laura’s face was like a light. “Jake?” I relished her voice, it was like a symphony, I hadn‘t heard in so long. Laura rushed to hug me, and I breathed in her smell stroking her back as she sobbed into my chest “Jake when are you coming back. I miss you” she was crying so much I almost couldn’t understand. “I’m coming Laura, don’t worry, I’m coming.” I whispered to her. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, I heard the grown-up, sophisticated footsteps behind me and I pulled my sister to the fence. The woman was coming after me probably those cowards that could pick on a girl, but not face a guy tipped her off. I hopped over the rusted old fence and turned back to look at my little sister. “I’ll come back I promise.” and I bolted not looking back, I didn’t want my sister to see me crying.
That night I pulled my backpack from under my bed. I never unpacked it since the day Laura left, or taken more like it, I looked through my clothes from when I was eight and smelled them, they still held the scent of my fear and bore the wrinkles of Laura’s crushing embrace. My other clothes I wore, the ones I didn’t wear the day she was taken away still clung to the scent of my feelings of uselessness I had that year. My ideas formed from my hatred came back to me now. I was going to do it. I was going to run away, with Laura, so that no one could ever separate us again.
“Wake up little Jakey.” Someone sneered as I heard others snicker. I felt someone shaking me awake. I glared up at Thomas, an older boy who thought everyone was his to control. I wasn’t buying it, his sense of authority that he would never have. I slapped his arm off of me only to feel it but a minute later shaking me back and forth.
“What’s the matter Jakey? Little Laura not here to wake you up and take you down to breakfast?”
This time it wasn’t his arm I slapped, I slapped him across the face. And WHAM his own fist whizzed just inches from my face.
“You want me to wake up? Well I’m awake!” I yelled tackling him. He was outdone, by a ten year-old, him a fourteen year-old teenager. I rained down punches screaming words I can’t repeat in your company, I’m afraid. Fury poured from me I swear the boys watching could see it, not feel it, see it. I got up on my feet and stomped on him, right on his stomach hard. Thomas was coughing and spasms rocked his entire body, he stumbled to his feet and fell again on his a-, excuse me, his butt . I glared at the circle of boys around me. They were all wide eyed looking at the blood that covered me, because absolutely none of it was mine.
“I’m awake now! Anyone else wanna call me Jakey! Anyone else wanna touch me! I DIDN’T THINK SO!” and I stormed through the circle knocking anyone aside that was in my way.
I was known as public enemy number one and even Thomas didn’t mess with me anymore. I was asked for an explanation of the “outburst” and I simply said “He. Asked. For. It.” and walked away.
I ran through the front door with my backpack in tow, no one dared to stop me. Have you ever ran while looking down at the road? Have you ever noticed that the surface seems so smooth until you stop? I wondered why that is, at first, but then I kept running. By now my mind remembered the way to Laura’s school. I hopped the fence at the usual spot and sat on the stairs. I waited and waited, shifting my position every now and then, and drifted off. The shrill ring of the morning bell rang loud and clear, and I shot upright waiting for the kids to stream out the door for recess.
Then the worst thing happened. Laura’s parents came strolling up the front walkway and went in the school. By now all the kids were out, all except Laura. Then the lady from when I first hopped the fence to see Laura came out the door dragging Laura by her wrist with her parents behind her. I could just hear what they were saying as they went farther onto the playground. Thank god I got behind the door! I could just see Laura still held captive.
“Where is he? Hmm. Young lady I expect an answer.” the woman said, but Laura just stared at her, not daring to look at me.
“Laura tell us where this boy is.” her father persisted. Then chaos broke loose.
“He is not just ‘this boy‘! Let me go! You-you old wrinkle face!” she spat the words and struggled free. I’ve never seen Laura run that fast.
“Well! I never thought I’d live to see the day when she would shout like that.” the adults looked horrified and her parents, just plain embarrassed. They murmured together and walked back inside.
As soon as they were gone I ran after Laura. I found her but she was with this other guy, about my age, same height, same eyes, he was hugging her close. Then he saw me. “You! This is all your fault!” he yelled shoving Laura behind him as he pushed me backwards. “Because of you my Laura is always upset always crying. It’s all your fault!”
Laura’s eyes grew wide and she barely squeaked “Mark you don’t want to do that.”
“Your Laura! Your Laura! How dare you say that! She’s My little sister!” I shouted back pushing him to the side. “Listen bud, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care but I’m taking my sister home” I grabbed Laura’s hand and started to pull her away.
“What if she doesn’t want to go with you? Let her choose and we’ll see who is better.” Mark sneered.
“I highly doubt she wants to stay here with the likes of you.” I shot back. I looked down at her and kneeled down to her level “Laura c’mon isn’t this what you wanted I’m taking you with me.” I glared at the other boy, he backed off but still glared back.
Laura nodded then walked away looking back at Mark. We got to the fence and I lifted her over it. I jumped over it and we took off together.
“Who was that kid anyway?” I asked.
“He was my big brother” she looked away. Then I understood why. Why they didn’t want me, why I was left behind, because they had a freakin twin of me! I mean seriously give the kid a buzz cut and we were identical! That’s why Laura was sulking every day she woke up saw “me” and then he would speak to her. That must have been torture. I hugged her real close “Laura? Listen ok? You know I would do everything to protect you right?”
“Ya.” she looked down at her feet.
“You know I would never let you go anywhere your not safe right?” I’m telling her, she knows this stuff, even if she’s only six, she knows.
“Ya.” I knew what she was going to say next. “But, I was safe.”
I grabbed her arms real tight and pulled her towards me. I got right in her face “Laura if I’m not around nothin’s ever safe! Listen to me ok? I’ve gone through hell without you! And all you can say is that you were safe! Laura! Look at me! I’m covered in sweat, I’m as dirty as a mud pit! You know why!” Her eyes were getting all teary. “Do you!”
“Yes! Ok! Yes because you promised! I‘ve heard it all before! I‘m never going to get hurt again, no one‘s gonna touch me when your around, I know ok!” she was crying and she buried her face into my chest “I know.” she sobbed repeatedly. My Laura, knew she was home. We were gonna be ok, we were ok.
not finished yet
i have typed more im bringing it to school monday ITS MY B-DAY TOMARROW! 6-6