James and the treat-pail

home

James: I just stare out the car window as my mom drives home.

Mom: "Guys where home"

James: "Comon Mickey" I say unbuckling his seat as some how he still down tomorrow how to

Mickey: "Wanna play football James??"

James: "You know I don't like football"

Mom: "James play with your brother I have to go help your sister with her hair"

James: "Ok" I say rolling my eyes. I feel the breeze of air on my neck I tussle my fingers through my short hair 

Mickey: "Comon I wanna play football"

James:"Yah let's go to the backyard" we go to the backyard and Mickey picks up the football

Mickey: "How do you throw it again?"

James: I kneel down next to him and put his fingers on the laces "keep your fingers on the laces then just pull back and throw

Mickey: "Like this brother?"

James:"Yah just like that" Mickey throws it to me  I catch it and lightly toss it back. Even though Mickey  can't throw straight I'm pretty good at catching the ball/diving for it my parents put me in pewee football. I hated it so bad it was torture I'm glad I didn't make the cut for team sports I would've hated that even more. 

Mickey: "Dads home!!"

James: I turn to look over my shoulder and there my dad is getting out of his car making his way into the backyard.

Dad: "How you two boys doing?"

Mickey: "Good james was teaching me to throw the ball!!"

Dad: "Oh really son I'm proud of you maybe your brother hear will actually play when he's older" my dad says rolling his eyes

James: "What's that suppose to mean"

Dad: "I'm just messing around son but you really have to start acting more like a man your a freshman in high-school already stop acting like a sissy" 

James: "what the frick are you talking about"

Dad: "Boy you know exactly what I'm talking about"

James: "No I don't"

Dad: "With your art,drama,and dance you act rather gay son if I didn't see you staring at girls all the time I would think your gay. Your such a sissy glad I have Mickey here" 

James: Silence

Dad: "What you just talked back to me not  man enough to be served what you dished" 

James: I stare at girls a lot???

Mom: "boys dinners ready"

Dad: "com-on son" my dad says putting his hand on my brothers shoulder

James: I'm left standing in the backyard just replaying my dads words "start acting more like a MAN" why does that word make my stomach upset. MAN MAn Man man man

Mom: "Honey it's dinner come inside"

James: I walk inside take my shoes off by the door and make it to the dining room we say grace then everyone starts eating I stare at my plate but just can't seem to take a single bite. 

Mom: "Honey you going to eat?"

James: "I don't feel very well may I be excused?"

Mom:"Sure"

James: I go upstairs to my room shut the door and take off my socks I jump into my bed and just cry for what seems like for hours for a reason I don't know