I sit in my room with the lights off and the door closed. I hate myself. “Why do my parents hate me?” I whisper to myself with hope that my mom won’t hear me.
I get up out of my bed and throw on some clean clothes to head over to Pony’s house for the 4th of July party. The clock rings 6 times meaning it’s dinner time. “Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.”
I walk right out the door and see my dad pull up to the drive way. I hear the engine shut off and the door slam. “Where do you think you’re going Jhonny.?” He says while he lights a cancer stick.
What does he care? He never cares. Ever. “I… I’m… going to…” I think for a moment. “Pony’s house.” I say with my hand shaking. “Over my dead body you get your butt in that house.” he
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All my life I’ve felt like nobody has loved me, and know he says he does but, it makes me think he’s lying because he has never opened up to anyone, lets anyone in not even my mother. “I don’t know.” I lie because I don’t want them to know the truth. “Well Johnny, I think you should go home and see what he has to say. Happy 4th of July Johnny.” Darry says. “Ok… I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.”
I walk out the door and the slam of the door wakes me up. It’s starts to rain. The coldness numbs me, the smell is one of the best things about rain. The freshness, the beauty of rain fills the air. It starts to get heavier and heavier. I cup my hands so they fill up with the cold water. When my hands are filled completely I splash it on my face. I stand there in front of my house pouring the water on my head. All you can hear is the rain falling to the ground because they had to stop the fireworks because the rain would put it out and might catch the grass on fire. I decide I don’t want to go inside because I don’t know what to say, or think. So I head over to the park bench again and lay under the bench so I don’t get wet. It’s actually peaceful. hearing the wind blow the leaves on the trees and the rain