Chapter 1:
Deadbeat
“Gale! Sweetie you’re going to be late” My overly happy mother yelled from the other side of the door.
“Uh… I don’t feel to good mom, maybe I should stay home” I lied. Really, I was fine. Truth was, I didn’t want to go to school and face all that emotional and physical pain of my everyday high school life. I mean, I was a senior and still I had no life…
“Oh sweetie, are you ok?” my mom said now opening the door and walking in my room. I put on my best sick face which, in fact, wasn’t all that convincing. But one look from my mom’s face told me she had fallen for it.
“Aw, baby, do you want to stay home?” She asked
“Mom, how many times…” I started to say and decided to fake a little more, in case she wasn’t completely convinced. I coughed really loud “have I told you not to call me baby?” I finish saying. From the look on her face, I can tell now she had totally bought my fake sick bit.
“Oh but you are my baby” My mom said and hugged me. Damn, no wonder I didn’t have any popularity with a mom like this. It’s embarrassing!
“Um, ok mom, you’re strangling me” I said
“Oh sorry” she looked at her watch “OK your dad and I got to get to work, Lucy will take care of you” she kissed my forehead “get better”
I smiled a yeah-sure-just-get-out-already smile. My mom got up and walked out. As soon as I heard the door downstairs slam, I ran into the bathroom and did my necessities. If you a guy, you know what I mean. When I’m done I walk down stairs to Lucy.
“Oh, Mr. Gale I heard from your mother you are sick?” Lucy said. She was one of our maids and my favorite. Oh, did I forget to mention, my family is rich?
“Um… Yeah just a little queasy” I say. Lucy smiles at me and gives me a suspicious look. I give her an innocent face then try to make the sick one but fail miserably. She was always able to look through my lies.
“Why do you not want to go to school?” She asked
“It’s just a living hell” I say grabbing an apple from the kitchen counter, tossing it in the air and catching it.
“Yes, I know. My granddaughter goes to high school and she says its living hell too” I laugh. The way she talked was funny.
“You won’t tell mom will you?” I asked
“No, no mom won’t know. Don’t worry Mr. Gale” She says. Lucy was around 60 something and a total sweetie.
“Now, what you want for breakfast?” She asks.
“Let’s see…” I say thinking of what I could eat.
“How about, pancakes, eggs and bacon with orange juice?” She asks already taking out her pan to make the eggs.
“You know me too well Lucy” I laugh.
“Well I’ve been with you since you had dippers, of course I do” she says. I laugh and walk to the living room, throwing myself on the couch turning on the T.V. When my breakfast was done, it was like I tasted heaven.
“Mm mm. Lucy what would I do without your delicious breakfast?” I ask and she smiles
“You would probably starve to death” I laugh.
“You know, if you were maybe, 40 years younger, I would marry you” she laughs and says
“Well I wouldn’t marry you after I’ve seen you in dippers and given you baths” then she walks away. Even an old lady rejects me… Wow I’m pathetic.
When I’m done with breakfast I go up to my room and play some video games. Then, when I get bored I take out my paint brush and colors. On the other corner of my room there was a white paint board. I walk to it and close my eyes, trying to look for inspiration. Maybe I could paint Skye Taylors and win her heart by leaving it in her locker with a dozen red roses… Ha! Like that would ever happen…
I open my eyes again and look out my window. No one will ever understand how badly I want to be popular. For heaven sakes I’m a freaking 17 year old senior and I still haven’t even had a girlfriend! How pathetic is that? I just laugh at myself. I put down my paint brush and walk to the mirror. I see myself. Black straight hair that I always gel back, hazel eyes hidden behind nerd looking glasses, face with a few pimples, normal body not to strong but not the weakest, tall, kind of skinny, normal sized nose and horrible braces. Why am I so worthless?
Suddenly I get inspiration. I walk over to my paintbrushes and start. First I put a coat of black, smeared on the white paper, creating a man. I let my anger take control.
Why am I so worthless?
Why am I not handsome?
Why aren’t I popular?
Why does nobody love me?
Finally I was done. My painting said it all. I pass the back of my hand through my forehead, whipping off the sweat, and take a look at my creation. It was a man made from black paint; He had chains around his wrist. His eyes were closed as if he were wishing for something. His face was filled with pain. A single blue colored tear sliding down his cheek. There was a red bricked wall behind him. He looked miserable and torn apart. He looked like a nobody, a loser… A deadbeat…
Hmm, he looks like me…
“Mr. Gale! Mr. Eric is here to see you!” Lucy’s voice breaks through my thoughts. I look at the digital clock on my night table.
3:30
Wow, I hadn’t realized how fast time had gone by. I take a little towel I had next to my brushes and try to take off some of the black paint from my hands. I run down stairs and see Eric just sitting in my couch.
“’Sup Eric?” I say
“You jackass” He says and I arch an eyebrow “You left me alone!” He yells “It’s been hell!”
“Its hell everyday Eric” I say calmly and sit down. He glares at me a little more, then asks
“Why weren’t you there?” He says
“I faked being sick”
“And they believed you?”
“What can I say, I’m an awesome actor”
“Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, and I look like Brad Pitt” He says. I look at him. Eric was a little better looking than me. His teeth were braces free, his glasses weren’t so gay looking and his hair was shorter, brown and gel-free.
“Let’s just play some COD” I say and turn on my X-Box.
He nods and we start to play.
“So, Skye broke it off with Gabriel today” Eric says and glances at me through the corner of his eye.
“So?” I ask.
“So? You got a freaking chance!” he says
“No I don’t” I say “She’s too pretty and popular and look at me, I’m not. Plus I give ‘em one week. They’re gonna get back together”
It’s true. Their relationship was an on-off one. And every time they broke up I always got my hopes up, but then they got back together. Eric knew this but he still believed I had a chance. I start to think of my painting while I’m kicking some ass on COD. I felt just like that guy. Trapped by the chains of lameness. Wishing for something that would never happen, and crying for my worthless being.
I was a total deadbeat!
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