Chapter 2/ That's not my mamma that's a Man!

                                                                        CHAPTER 2:

                                             

                                              THAT’S NOT MY MAMMA, THAT’S A MAN

Back then, we lived in the suburbs! I mean like really, WHO IN THE HADES DO SHE THINK is  gonna want to really kidnap me. O.J. Simpson?!!

Seriously Mother, seriously, no one wants me and epically since I look like a total geek still (frown!) And oh, JUST GREAT! JUST-FLIPPING GREAT! The “cool” guys are standing around, hanging around and or whatever those “cool people do when their cool crew buys something and is now showing off and hanging out.” You know, it’s a dang shame that one of the leaders of the pack named Conrey Williams, actually AND LITERALLY lives ACROSS from me. AHHHHH! (frown….I guess).

Thinking to myself and PRAYING AND pleading and trying to make a plea bargain-deal with God to not have the “cool guys” come by me, come drive past, next to or near me as I stood helpless, lifeless at the dang bus stop with my Mother. (Totally ROLLING MY EYES….) what a TOTAL, total and absolute embarrassment.

To make it worse, the sons of pork-rinds drove by! AHHHH! I KNEW THEY WOULD I JUST KNEW THEY WOULD!!! They never ever rode this way before, and any other time during summer break. They would keep it pushing in any distance away from me. (frown) Nosy BASTARDS! I JUST HOPE YOU ALL GET A FLIPPING FLAT TIRE! THANKS FOR BEING NOSY! NOSY AT THE WRONG DANG TIME!

 

They saw me. Hanging my head low, low down in defeat as I try to think up a cover story explaining why in the Hades my Mother was standing at the blasted bus stop. Maybe I’ll tell them when and if they ask that that wasn't my mother standing at the bus stop but a guy…yeah..that would work. 

Then if they said something like “well HE looks kinda funny.” Then Ima say, well, it was DARK out when yall saw him and  so get your EYES checked!.....uggg but what am I gonna do once it starts getting lighter in the morning….uggg? Cross that bridge when it comes. Until now, lets now worry about the future because the future is confusing. So I will tell them that wasn't my mamma, that was a man. :)

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The bus driver that  I had two years ago drove and said that she had to go a different way this time. We stopped in front of a few houses to pick up a kid. I'm surprised that children even lived on this street. Its such a DEAD street and everybody and anybody who's in there RIGHT mind would think that this street belonged to the dedication of old people. Old people, old people, like really old people, the kinds you think God accidentally FORGOT to call on home.

Well, we waited. The bus driver did stop and blew the horn but no one came out. After we pulled off, the kids at the back of the bus saw the kid or teen running out. He missed the bus on the FIRST day, dang, wish I missed the bus.