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  1. Yes. Either good or bad will happen. Maybe both. Thanks!💘 Here's an apple from their orchard.🍎 Just for you.
  2. Chapter 6: ~Buttered Biscuit~ Over the course of the next five days since I had ever first met, Antonio, or “Donny”, for short, we had not only taken many casual & exploring strolls around the town which we had both recently moved into, but, I already had him over my house two times. My family and brother warmed up to his sweet personality almost immediately upon him very first entering my house, especially, when he formally introduced himself to my parents. He was adoringly polite, asked my mother if she needed help with cooking or cleaning on occasion, and even slightly bowed to her and my father, sometimes, when he would address them in an appropriately respectful manor in order to subtly honor his elders. In the South, biscuits are something that accompany an already delicious meal. That is their ultimate purpose in a home-made Southern dish. They are like the French fries that make the entire experience all the better and add that extra 'something' to what already tastes great; that was Antonio. He was the freshly made buttered biscuit that accompanied my family and I that made our new move much easier to emotionally accustom ourselves to and bare with without him even realizing it. He was the warm, pleasant, and comforting aspect in that good ol' Southern hospitality kind ‘a way. He made us all smile. He never over imposed or appeared shy. And, it wasn’t a challenge or an awkward experience, whatsoever, to have him blend in with them all, especially, my brother who occasionally sat on his lap here and there as he would tell us all a funny joke or a story of his home life in Venice, Italy with his family and old friends. It WAS a little weird to have him sit on my bed, though. I never had a friend over to be inside of my own personal room before in my old house. It felt so 'private' to my young mind. It was where I slept, changed, and walked around after a good scrub in the shower to prepare my self for the day. And, he was RIGHT there! During that time period, the best experience we shared was when we walked into a 7-11 and saw a can of Red Bull. “Whatt is deess?” he asked me as if I would know, being that I’m from the same country as the new town which we moved into. “Is deess like… eh beer?” he asked, grabbing it out of the fridge. I shrugged. “Beats me. Ain’t never seen none, b'fore.” I said. After we asked the man behind the register what it was and he explained what consumers generally used it for, we decided to buy one and tasted it in the parking lot right after we stepped outside. After his first few sips, he widened his eyes making them appear as if they were about to bulge right out of his face. *Gasp.* “Ughh... Iss so good!” he said. “Lemme’ see!” I said and grabbed it from his hand. “Heyy!” he said. I ignored him and gulped a few sips, quickly, being curious as to what it tasted like. After my first actual taste of the drink I deeply swallowed and said, “Wow.” We turned to each other and giggled at our new fondness of the sugary, caffeinated beverage. Not long after, we went back inside, used my allowance money and some of his saved birthday cash and bought 5 more. About 40 minutes later, we were not only laughing about virtually nothing that was even humorous, whatsoever, on my couch. But, when my mother arrived home with Shannon and my father, they asked us what was so funny. We said nothing, but, stared at one another in silence for a few moments and then erupted into a little fit of uncontrolled belly laughs and giggles. My mother wasn’t at all what you would call a ‘common minded' individual; she saw all 6 cans, us giggling immaturely, and picked up one of the cans to show my father. “Billy Decker, you know how much SUGAR is innn this here caaayan'?” she said to me a little frustrated. She took the liberty to temporarily ignore us and took a sip of the factory produced concoction and involuntary gave a look as if she was about ready to puke, cough, or both. ‘OH, lord.” She said. This resulted in a slight laugh from my father which he immediately suppressed and straightened up once she turned to give him a raised eyebrowed look. “Can Ahh' have some?” Shannon said grabbing it. “NO.” My parents said simultaneously. Needless to say, I was up all night that night until 5:00am and received a well predicted, deserved, & earned lecture from my mother on the detrimental effects of having energy drinks, especially in the vast quantities which we had consumed them in, after 1:00pm. Over that time period, Donny made my life much easier to cope with than before. If I was 'sick' before from the harsh bullying and emotional trauma that I experienced during my first weeks from school then Liam was my 'bandage' and Donny was my 'medicine'. They both really helped me. They really did. I needed to feel better. I needed to be 'treated' and reminded again of how to be happy and that I DESERVED the human right to BE happy. I needed the poison sucked out of me from the venom Jesse, Sascha, Micheal, and other kids in school had poisoned me with. With the small group of friends was slowly but strongly growing into a larger amount, I was reminded, once again, that I was good enough. They reminded me that... for the time being anyway. ________________ That following Monday, as Donny and I were walking outside of the school to head home, we happened to turn a corner which was a bit farther from the school grounds, but, was still connected to the campus by the football field. As we did, leaning against the brick wall behind the school's teams changing rooms, I saw Sascha Konovski and Micheal Smith smoking some ciggerettes and talking about something with a few giggles. Before i was able to speed up my pace in the other direction in order to avoid being seen, I saw Sascha immediately turn around after Micheal nodded his head in me and Donny's direction. This caused the fuzzy hair's at the back of my neck to stand up straight and stiff as I froze with Donny holding my hand. Sascha stared at me and scanned my body with his eyes up and down for a moment. He took a puff from his ciggerette and spoke "What'eh YOU lookin' at, HillBilly?" he paused. He looked at Donny and almost seemed.... upset at him for some strange reason or for the fact that he was even with me and then looked back at me. "What????.... Get OUTTA here." he said as he picked up a crumpled piece of paper and threw it at me. Donny seemed a little shocked by this and just pulled my arm to try and edge me to go. Donny was a nice kid. He was sort of a new 'neutral' aspect in the entire confusion of ruckus between me, Liam and my bullies. He really had no clue what was going on and I made it a point to consistently hide it from him. I really liked him and I didn't want him leaving me because he thought I was a looser. But, I could tell he didnt like the reactions from the boys throwing things at me and he probably wondered what was really going on and what would spark that kind of hatred towards another student. Heck... Not even I knew. Not only was i embarrasssed to have Donny witness such a thing, but, the entire walk home that day, I had to cleverly dodge, avoid, and redirect every question he asked me about who they were and why they were being that way with me. It was painful to avoid it from him, knowing he would find out eventually. It was embarrassing. But, personally, I was even more shocked from seeing kids as young as us like Sascha smoking like they were in their 20s. It just looked and seemed so... Wrong. He seemed 'disturbed'. He was extremely angelic and attractive looking and, yet, with ciggerettes in his hand, he looked like such a dirty delinquent. They really looked like a pair of trouble makers who truly ENJOYED causing trouble and didn't and couldn't do much of anything else. After I began to quickly walk away, I couldn't help but, notice that everytime I looked back, Sascha, was looking directly at me. He didn't and wouldn't stop until I finally pulled Donny around the corner by the hand. _______________ A few days after, some surprising things at my school had changed. Apparently our one class that was simply named “Temp” on our schedules which, at first, appeared to all of us as a class that resembled to have the sole purpose of a study hall, was actually meant to be what would be a new program for the school curriculum. The school simply needed more time to better prepare each of these rooms for the said class subject in question; this took only a few weeks after school had already started for the yesr. This class had the purpose of introducing Freshman, Sophomores, and Juniors to various fields which they can accustom themselves to and learn more about in order to better familiarize themselves to and better decide what career paths they might wish to embark on later in College when the time came. Some of these courses were, art culture, advanced music classes, culinary arts, basic psychology, human health, and a few various other options. There was a deadline which all students had to abide by upon coming to a decision on which class they would like to have as their permanent course for the year which would take the place of the "temp" period. Once the deadline was reached, no students, under any circumstances, could change this option. I was really excited about this as the idea of having the ability to “choose” a career path this early in my life felt as though I was able to do something much more mature than what I had learned back home, besides the business matters and finances which my father had instructed me on in his study about our Apple Orchard business and how to ensure that it runs as smoothly as possible in all areas. It made me feel as though I had some influence in the world. And, I immediately asked Donny which one he would like to do with me. I told him I loved to cook and he was absolutely ecstatic about the idea which was an endearing surprise. Apparently, much like my home life, Donny's culture from where he is from is very big on family, romance, fine cooking, and the arts of combining all of these at once. He expressed to me his own personal passion of Italian and other cultural cuisine which he was enthusiastic to learn more about. Much like my mother had taught me, his own mother had instructed him for years on the authentic Italian culinary traditions which were the fundimental building blocks for his culture's cuisine and he was more than happy to show me when the opportunity presented itself. We had both come to the ultimate conclusion that we would be sharing this class together. Having Donny with me for this class was absolutely PERFECT! I was so excited to be a part of this new course which would teach us all about cooking, and what the course had to offer in terms of daily routine activities and lessons. But, I was even more excited that Donny and I could discover and experience it together. As we eventually waited until the last day to elect our Culinary course, Donny and I had the fortunate circumstance of being the last two kids along with the rest of that class to choose the elective. This classroom was a fully equipped culinary room. Each table could easily fit 3 people, either, standing or sitting, and had 6 cooking burners on the left end of each large table. Three sinks filled the back of the room. It was absolutely magnificent! I saw why it took the school some extra time to fully prepare things. And, since Donny and I were the last ones to enroll in the class that day, we were the FINAL PAIR! So, while everyone else was in groups of threes which could not be changed, which the teacher assigned, Donny and I were our very own group! It was perfect. It was more than just the fact that I would be sharing another class with Donny which was a specialty elective that excited me, it was the fact that the entire time that I had lived in my new state and town, I had absolutely no ambition or drive to do one of the hobbies and pass times which I loved the most; this class and Donny motivated me to once again get in the kitchen. I wanted to have fun and be creative again. I wanted to hold a wooden spoon and smile as I made something new. I wanted those feelings that I had in my old warm Southern home in Georgia when my momma, Shannon, & I would dabble around in the kitchen making daddy his dinner after a long day's work when our schooling was up or when we wanted to make something sweet. I missed it. I loved it. And, as I sat there with my new Italian soul twin I couldn't help, but, feel "thankful". For the first time since I moved there, I didn't feel like "HillBilly" anymore. I felt like myself. I was Billy. However, the moment I thought that, someone walked in, and it was a haunting tremor that went straight from my spine and all the way down to the inner walls of my butt giving me the serious urge to use the restroom. It was like seeing a ghost in real life. Jesse's best friend had walked right in and talked with the teacher discussing a few things. Just then, the teacher nudged her head over in MY direction. When Sascha saw me sitting at the table that the teacher had instructed him to sit in, his eyes bulged out of his head and I actually heard him say "No!" To the teacher as he turned to negotiate some sort of a plee to have him go somewhere, ANYWHERE else but sit with Donny & I. But, it was too late. The class was set up in threes. No one could switch and that was the final day for drop outs. There was no debating it. There was no way out. And, as Sascha slowly looked at me giving me a death glare the class went silent. He snatched the paper from her shocking the teacher, and walked slowly to my table. I couldn't believe it. I was so happy that it was just ME and Donny! And, now, and now SASCHA IS GOING TO.... I don't even know! As he got closer and closer I heard over and over again in my head all of the horrible things that he and his friends had done and said to me. I remember the day that he very first gave me my new name, "HillBilly' really loud in he lunchroom causing a bunch of kids to laugh and call me that as well. As he got closer and finally sat next to Donny, I felt as though a giant, wide toothed shark was lurking the waters that innocent Donny and I were happily playing in. And, that's because he was. Sascha.... Was my partner. "Allo." I heard Donny say to him. I didn't say a word. I didn't look in their direction, too afraid of how Sascha would respond to him, what he'd do to us, and worse, what he and his friends would do later on...
  3. Hanukkah This Menorah has a powerful aura. There is a reason for this season. There are 8 candles to be lit. But, only the middle can do it. Each one represents exactly 1 day. That is the reason for this Holiday. Long ago, men traveled long & far, To the temple, but, inside, there was only one jar. It had only enough oil to burn for one day. But, it burned for 8 days, Some how. Some way...
  4. Christmas It is Christmas Time. Here's a little rhyme. This time of year brings so much Cheer. But, it is important to be thankful of why you are here. Yes, you are happy.with what is under the Tree. Yes, each present that you get is pleasant. But, what matters most is to remember, About the one who was born in December.
  5. Thief This crook took many things. Have a look. These thieves stole other's leaves. They stole from their trees. They sting just like bees. Oh, please. They cannot even produce honey. This is why they steal money. Do you think this will last? They cannot run away from the past. They cannot run. They cannot hide. Karma ends their fun, With an almighty tide. Oh, yes. Karma has a way in some way, some day, Maybe, today, To make them pay for what they stole. Yes. They will pay...
  6. Chapter 5: ~The Four Leaf Clover~ After eating inside of a Burger King fast food chain restaurant for the very first time of my life, my new friend Liam Prescott had taken the liberty to fill me in on many hidden and secret details regarding his old friendship with Jesse Bradford. He explained to me how they were not only friends and fellow sports team mates, but, best friends at that. They had apparently known one another for 7 whole years. Their fathers knew one another since their families very first met on the field of one of their old junior soccer games when they were 8 years old. Not only did they become close, but, their parents did as well. I began to understand more about who Liam was as a person the more he told the sensitive story between Jesse and him. Liam was the son and grandson of two Ex-Marines. Liam's father was a recently dispatched Sargent who served our country and was stationed in Iraq. Apparently, this was the main reason, Jesse's father took a liking to Liam and his own family. Jesse's father was a wealthy man, but, took great pride in and had much respect for any and all Veterans of the United States. He honored Liam's father and especially his grandfather who served and died in the World War. As Liam and I walked to my house so that I could settle in for the day, I took notice of his high top boots, remembered his severely fierce fighting maneuvers and style when he defended me against Jesse, and it all began to piece itself together in my mind. Liam was a small version of the last two generations of males in his family. He was slowly, but, surely growing and transforming into one of them. He wore the similar style clothing, he had the same agile look and spirit one would expect from a Marine Trainee, he had that special energetic flame that burned inside of him of a beautiful and powerful young man who was passionate about serving his country and making his own kin proud. And, that was one of the most attractive qualities that I ever obtained from him, up to that point. He was ever so noble to my eyes and it forever changed my view of him. He dazzled me in foreign and admirable patriotic ways. He impressed me with the invisible medallion of justice that he so rightfully wore around his neck. He began to fill me in more on how Jesse and him became close. Jesse, apparently, is attracted to people with status. He enjoys being with someone with power and selectively chooses who he feels will make himself look better and add to his 'profile'; that’s all he ever cared about. That’s what HE fights for. Liam was an incredibly skilled and strong minded athlete who was respected by many at both our school and their old school. A vast majority students knew him and still do for the most part. So, Jesse took the liberty to choose him to be at his side. He chose him to be one of his driver's of attention into his life. It was all beginning to finally make sense to me. It really did. They were, once, the four friends that the entire school body admired. It wasn’t just the three boys that I met on my first day of school who bullied me who were friends; it was once four. However, according to my new friend, the older in age that Jesse got, the more he began to grow into something that Liam did not approve of. He began to quickly become more and more corrupted in his mind and in the ways that he treated people to levels that went beyond the borders of anything that Liam would ever do or tolerate. He became a bully. He began to hurt those who he felt could ever possibly mess with him or could lower his reputation in any way or would DARE to compete with him. He was unfair. Liam tolerated it for a short time, but, that was all going to come to an end just the year before I met him. One day in 8th grade when he demanded Liam to help him beat up another kid with him, Sascha, & Micheal Smith. Liam defiantly turned on him. Instead of them all going against one kid, it was Liam going against Jesse in a massive fight on the baseball field of a nearby park in front of many kids from their old school after a field day. He beat Jesse, exactly, how he beat him in front of me when he saved me. He didn’t really hurt him physically, but, MANY kids saw the humiliation that Jesse experienced from loosing the fight as he just sat on the dusty floor, completely dirty, huffingg & puffing as he gave Liam the final death glare when the fight was over. According to Liam, it looked as if he wanted to KILL him. That entire scenario is what caused Jesse to ultimately HATE him with a burning passion ever since. But, at the same time, his friends feared him because they all knew the harsh reality. Despite their social status, they could never hope to ever even dream of winning a fight between them and Liam. He’s an untouchable threat to them in their eyes. He’s an 'obstacle' in Jesse's POV. And, when Liam was done telling his story, I couldn’t help, but, fear that one day Jesse will finally take his revenge on him that he so deeply desired from the bottomless pit of his soul, since, the day that he had his very own best friend abandon & humiliate him in front of everyone. Liam is the itch that Jesse cannot scratch from the back of his own bare body; he’s the splinter in the back of his mind that bothers him whenever he looks at him. Liam is the bee that stings Jesse’s skin whenever they glare into each other’s eyes. He is the constant reminder that he is not invincible. And, I didn’t know how long it would be before the dormant volcano that once erupted between the four of them, would explode violently, once again. After we arrived at my house, I looked up into Liam's eyes and we grinned at each other. Since I was still not accustomed to having many friends my age, and lacked a few social cues, when Liam offered me a hand to shake, I just treated him like I would treat Shannon. I leaned in and gave him a slight hug. I pulled away and said “Well, thanks. Uh, Bah'”and waved a little wave to say goodbye. He sort of furrowed his brow like it was a little weird, but, I didn’t and couldn’t notice why he reacted that way. I didn’t realize what he was thinking and simply dismissed it. I didn’t know better. I was innocent. I walked into my house and told my mother that I was out with a new friend, to which she was simply happy that I was meeting new kids my own age. Apparently, Shannon made a new little friend, as well. He was a slightly curly haired kid with a light brown mop on his head with a cheeky smile just like Shannon’s who was on a play date at my house with him when I walked in that day. Things were already moving forward for me and my little brother in similar ways and it felt really good to know that. We were both growing little by little in ways that we both didn’t expect or realize could happen. It was natural. It wasn’t forced. And, it was nice to know that I wasn’t the only one accustoming myself to the normal school life of everyday kids. Once again, my younger brother was a reminder to me that besides my parents, I wasn’t alone. I had friends in my own bloodline that my mind sometimes forgot about from dwelling on negativity. And, I was reminded of that when I saw them all there smiling at me as they sat around the dinner table waiting for me to eat with them with Shannon's new friend sitting at the edge. _______________ Two days after my encounter with Liam at Burger King, as I was sitting in my chair with my head propped up on my arms, my ears perked up at the presence of someone new that I had not seen in the school before. He walked in and I took notice of his physical appearance, immediately. He had a dark brown mop of straight and shiny hair that was a little less than double the length of my own. He had this light mocha skin complexion that looked naturally sunkissed, without being an actual suntan. It was a natural deepened color that many women would kill to achieve on their own body without burning themselves or appearing red. But, it was something that you could only be born with. His eyes were an absolute bright emerald green which playfully played a mysterious game of hide and seek behind his swaying bangs of hair whenever he moved around. He wore slightly high dark blue shorts and a white button up dress shirt which had a few buttons undone on his chest to playfully reveal his skin tone and a gold necklace on top of his bare skin, in between his opened shirt buttons. It was a foreign look; it was a naturally 'beautiful' look. Just like I did on my first day, the class went silent, he spoke to Ms. Silverman for a few moments as I saw them talking and nodding their heads in agreement with whatever the other one was saying. The difference was, while I was a basket and casket of nerves on my first day, he was smiling wider than anyone I could have ever possibly imagined as a kid on his first day of school could ever smile. He walked up to me and sat right next to the vacant desk to my right. After a few moments I noticed he was looking at me. I turned my head and heard him speak with a grin. “Alloo.” He said to me giving a baby wave as he, then, got his things together on his desk to prepare himself for the day. I responded to be polite. “Haa.” And waved at him, too. He didn’t ask me to repeat myself again. He simply grinned. After a few moments, the teacher had him stand and introduce, himself, and as he did I couldn’t help the grin that snuck it’s way onto my very own lips. “Allo. I am Antonio. Well ehm’ actually I am Antonioo Donateeello Florrrrentini.” He really pronounced his name with accents on certain vowels more than the average person would in order to fully say it correctly and rolled his Rs. I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly, but, I’d heard people like him speak in movies, before. It was a painful experience for me to try and figure it out until he finally said it. “But, you can call me Donny for short if itsss too long. Okay? It is verrry good to be, here, in Amerrica. I am from Iiiitaly. And, I come here with my family to go to school.” He said. I was at a full blown smile by that point. This kid….. this kid wasn’t from here. It was like a bolt of lightning struck my spine and it filled my entire body with a nervous excitement that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I don’t know why, but it was like the sun had shined ALL of its rays of light on me and filled the darkness of my life and whatever it was that was bothering me at the time. A few minutes after he introduced himself more to the class, my teacher permitted him to sit in his seat once again. I don’t know exactly how it started. I don’t know how quickly it began. Call it fate. Call it destiny. But, the moment we looked at each other and began talking, that was it. We took off. My shyness didn't exist with him. It was like we were both made from the same 'substance', somehow. It was like we both fully understood each other, how we felt, and how we thought about things. If human beings were all made and grew from the same tree, he and I were cut from the exact same soul branch. We were so similar in so many ways. He was the exact same height as me. He weighed roughly the same weight as me, give or take a few pounds. He had the sweetest and most genuine smile and giggle that I had ever seen on a boy our age before and it just made YOU smile, whether, you wanted to or not. He was such a breath of fresh air. He was so positive. He was so NICE to me. We talked and talked. We sat next to each other in EVERY 6 out of the 8 classes that I had with him, except my science class which forced him to sit in front of me. Although the last two days I had those two girls sit with me, once more in addition to the first time that they ever did, on THIS day, I had Antonio sit with me as my OWN friend for lunch. I couldn’t explain it. But, it was such a natural and unforced connection that we shared. And, the best part of it all was that we were both not from here. I didn't feel like I was the only one who was different, anymore. He talked with an extremely thick accent just like I did! But, we were from different places. He made me feel like I had someone who finally understood me. I couldn't believe it! “Ahhahaaa!” I heard him laugh with his immature sounding vocal chords at some hysterical prank that I told him about that my Nan pulled on my father back home. His laugh was soooo adorable. Awww. "Wow." I thought. He was just too sweet too believe was even real. He was like eating a rich chocolate brownie that was the absolute perfect flavor, texture, and level of sweetness. He just made you happy without even really trying. I liked Liam more than any other boy that I had ever met before, but, Donny was the definition of cuteness, besides, my baby brother. “That issa so funny.” He said. “Ah' really like they way you talk. It's soo cool. I ain’t never herrrd nobody talkin’ like that back in my old parts.” I said to him, smiling. “Oh, yes. Sorry about this.” He said. “I am learning more and more english as I speak. I will fixx it better. Promise.” He said to me as he, then, took a bite of his hamburger. “I speak Italian mainly with my family at home, but, they now want me to practice english only with them to get it better.” He said. I couldn't believe what I was about to say for a change, instead of someone else saying it to me. “Ah’ don’t mind it at all. I mean Ah’ like it.” I said. I finally understood what Liam meant about him not caring about that way that I sounded back when I was so self conscious about my voice when we ate together. I understood it, finally. I understood why it wasn't such a big deal and Antonio taught me that lesson. But I couldn't understand that until I was on the OTHER side of the situation like I finally was, this time. I actually LIKED Donny's way of talking. It made him unique. It was really nice sounding. It was cute. I liked him as a friend a lot. In the corner of my eye, I saw a fully physically recovered Jesse Bradford eating with his friends as he stared at me putting a French fry into his mouth, then sipping his Coke, not once blinking or removing his gaze from my own eyes. But, looking at his Coke reminded me of MY diet coke that I was drinking when Liam told me the lies Jesse had been poisoning my mind with. Jesse knew better, now, than to mess with me knowing I had some form of 'protection', at least for now. He couldn’t trick me, anymore as I stared at that Coke, remembering how Liam and others cared about me. He couldn’t rain on my parade. And, I thought that as I turned to see a grinning Donny look right at me as his chocolate bangs covered his green eyes from him, then, leaning foward to take another large bite of his hamburger. However, Donny's green eyes reminded me of something. I turned back to see Sascha sitting next to Jesse with Micheal Smith in front of him. Although, Sascha wasn’t looking at me or even his own friends for that matter. He was looking outside the window near their table not moving a single muscle. I turned back to Donny and asked him if he'd like to 'hang out' after school with me, maybe; 'hanging out' being a term that Liam taught me. Not only did he agree, but, he asked me to show him around the town as it was all just as new to him as it was to me. And, it made me smile so wide, more than I ever had before in my entire life. I had Donny as my new best friend, whether, I realized it that day or not. I wasn’t alone, anymore. We could both explore this new world and town together, hand in hand.
  7. Black Paper

    Diet Coke

    Billy's accent is pretty much exactly like this.(Just older) I've never seen NCIS! I'm looking up Agent Christopher right now😛♥️ Thanks! That's funny your husband watched that the very same time.
  8. I fully understand the sense of compassion you feel towards the many losses Billy and his family have experienced. Understand, though, later on in future chapters, many blessings and new experiences happen for Billy and his loved ones. There are major morals and lessons taught in this story. One of the main ones being- "If you are good, good will come to you." Thank you so much for reading. Chapter 3 will explain a lot to you. Love and positive energy sent your way, ~Black Paper🥀
  9. Black Paper

    Diet Coke

    Chapter 4: ~Diet Coke~ “I’m listening…” The principal of my new school in New Jersey was extremely difficult to read at first glance. On the one hand, he had a very warm hearted persona that made you feel safe, welcome, and a genuine part of the school grounds which he was responsible of overseeing, yet, on the other hand, he had this intimidating feel to his aura that just made you feel dangerously interrogated by the chief of police, himself. And, as he looked at me with that furrowed, thick-browed look on his dark chocolate complexion, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was being fully put on the spot as I sat across from him in front of his desk in his office, later on that school day after lunch period when he had called me into his school chambers. And, that was more likely than not because I WAS being put on the spot, something that someone as quiet as me didn’t hold too well one single bit. “I’ve got all day…. How ‘bout you?” He said as he began finger tapping his desk as he sat back on his burgundy leather chair in a more relaxed and lounged position while gazing at the ceiling in cinematic thought. He was about 6’2, and seemed to weigh roughly 3-4 times my body weight. He seemed to have the build of a football player back in the day, only now in his 40s-50s he had retired that life and grew to become a more integral part of the scholastic academic team of supervision. At least, that’s what it seemed like to me, anyway. “Ah’ alrready told yuu, sir. Ah’ fell on my bike coming home from school under the bridge, and… uhh there was this boy that helped me out some with gettin’ home l and theyy’an ah' started headin' to his folks place bah' the ...” I repeated the lie which I had told everyone about my marks on my face and arms that Jesse Bradford had placed onto my body from his outburst of physical abuse just the day prior. “A boy? What boy?” He said raising a brow and glancing at me. Feeling a little confused as to what I felt about the new kid who had helped me, I looked at the principal’s desk as my cheeks went numb. I couldn’t feel my hands or arms for a few moments from the nerves and foreign feelings that I felt towards the new, young stranger; and it felt as though the principal, himself, was reading my very own thoughts and glaring directly into my mind’s eye which caused a state of temporary panic. I remembered how that boy made me feel when he warmly took care of me and bandaged my wounds with care and attention. I remember his really sharp looking and boyish buzzcut, his smooth, warm chest, and delicately strong arms that were graced with that wonderfully rich tone of deep vanilla that he had all over his skin. Wow. He was ever so “handsome” to my young Southern eyes. He was the type of boy that you’d be proud to introduce to your family. He was someone your Mah and Pah would approve of, graciously, as a strong young man. It made me feel so confused. I was infatuated from the very start. I was hopelessly struck with some strange love arrow from the skies. I was smitten' for him, secretly, whether I realized it or not. “Nobody…” I said as I slumped in my chair about an inch. A few moments passed as Principal Adams clicked his own pen, staring at the ceiling in deep thought, assembling in his mind what he should do with the situation and with my answer. As he did, I noticed a large, gold colored, square shaped ring with a large Ruby smack in the middle of it on his finger. It had slightly curved corners which gave the piece an almost royal look. He slightly giggled with a smirk and shook his head sitting back up slowly as he talked. “Well, that’s funny...” He began. “Because, another freshman of mine, Bradford fell on his behind in that exact same spot at the exact same time. He’s still in the hospital, right now as we speak and will be back tomorrow.” I widened my eyes at the information. I knew Jesse fell on his butt after Liam had defended me, but, I didn’t know it was THAT hard. He did fall on a large stone. I also didn’t like how the principal knew that. How could I possibly explain that!? And, what on Earth will Jesse and his friends do to me now that Jesse got actually HURT because of Liam defending me! Will they take it all out on me? Oh, God. I began to get extremely nervous as I sat on the chair bouncing my leg and twiddling anxiously with my fingers. What if they hurt me again. I don’t want to be hurt again! “Funny right?” he said. “Two boys, falling at the same place at the exact same time, and, yet,... Neither one of them mentions to me that the other one was there….” This principal wasn’t stupid. He obviously was putting things together, meticulously in his mind. “And, I know Jesse’s friends were there, and now you mention ANOTHER boy into the mix…. Sounds like an awfully interesting scenario wouldn’t you say, Billy? What a coincidence!” He said with such fake sarcasm and a smile. At that point, I wasn’t sure, whether, or not I should just confess to him that I had been beaten and was being bullied and someone had rescued me. Because, he probably knew something to the affect happened, but, on the OTHER hand, if I told him anything, my family would know! They’d know I was a bullied kid, they’d know I lied, and it’d completely ruin my reputation with my baby brother and those who I cared about in this world the most! I couldn’t say anything. I had no choice; I stayed quiet. The principal leaned forward, placing his elbows onto his desk and seriously looked at me. “Now, I can’t do anything about any of that as it happened outside of my school grounds. None of my business. Know what I mean? But, know this, Mr. Irving... I know something's going on. And, regardless of whether you tell me. I’ll get the truth one way or another…” I gulped. “Billy, there are things in this school that happen and if you ever need somebody, don’t knock on my door… you, walk right in.” he said giving me a serious and slight nod as he offered me his opened door whenever I needed it. It DID make me feel good to have him say that. I looked down with flushed cheeks. “Okay.” _________________ “Heyy! Wait up!” I heard a raspy, young & foreign male voice call from about half a block away from me as I was walking home from school, later on that day on a semi-busy road with houses lining each side. I turned around to see a black hoodied figure with the hood up wearing some blue jeans, and high top green boots. I couldn’t get a good look at the person being that they were still slightly far away from me as they continued to run towards me; for a moment, I got scared and almost ran, but, I, then, noticed the boy's cheeks as he got closer. It was him. It was the very same boy who had helped me. It was the boy who fought for me and I felt my throat tighten up into a knot as I saw him get closer and closer and I froze, immediately. My heart was pumping and thumping so hard in my chest that it actually HURT. He caught up to me as he huffed and puffed a bit and, then, said as he turned to me with a slight grin. “Heyy. What’s up?” Uhhh. What should I say? We began to walk together and my legs felt like they were made of actually melting jelly as I walked on the street to head over to my house. I actually thought that I was going to fall from the odd sensations that my legs were giving me. Just, looking at his hands, alone, made me feel completely clumsy and awkward. “Uh, haa’.'” I said to him. He asked me, “What’s so funny?” I didn’t understand why he’d ask me that until I realized and remembered just how much of a BARRIER my home life was and how it separated me from everyone else, here. I tried saying “Hi” to him as best as I could, but, he couldn’t quite understand me. Many people misunderstood me, especially, some of the kids at my new school, causing me to have to repeat myself a few times over and over on a daily basis just so that people knew what I was trying to say. IIII was the 'Farm Boy'. I was the ‘Jungle Boy'. I was the “HillBilly”. “Nothing. I said Haa.” and waved at him so that he could correctly correlate my vocal greeting with me waving 'hello'. He looked at my hand for a moment and sort of giggled to himself and said. “Oh. ‘HII.” He smiled for a moment thinking to himself. “THAT’S what you said. Sorry.” “Yeah, S'okay.” I said. We awkwardly walked for about two whole blocks passing a bunch of the suburban homes which I was still getting used to seeing so close to one another. I wasn’t used to it. It all seemed so…. CRAMPED. To me, it was like we were all living inside of one, great, giant honey comb. And, the extra noise and buzzing of cars and people was getting to me. It really was. It was so loud and obnoxious. The 'Busy Bee' suburban lifestyle was definitely not one that I was used to. And, it was definitely not one that I had ever seen or experienced before. I didn’t know what to say to Liam. I was just this silent mute puppet walking along next to him like some uneducated country boy. I.... LIKED him. But, I was too shy to say anything to him because I didn’t want him hearing me speak, misunderstanding me, or worse, making fun of me in his mind. I didn’t want to sound funny. I didn’t want to look or seem stupid, especially to him. He was 'special' to me for some reason. I wanted to be ‘normal’; so, I was hiding myself. I was hiding my voice. I stayed quiet. I tried to face the fear, but, I couldn’t. I remained painfully silent for a while. And, he was in complete control, whether, he knew it or not. He was the dominant one, and I stayed submissive. He lead the way. I followed. And secretly, I sort of liked it that way….. I wanted it. He beat me to saying anything and I heard him say, “So, uhm. Watcha doin', today? Are you feelin' any better?” he, then, turned my head a bit to peak at my wounds which were beginning to heal, thanks to him. Those were two questions that needed two answers. So I gulped the knot that was choking me from my first real crush touching me, bit down the fear of me speaking in front of him and said, “Well, I’m alraaht for now. Mah head was hurtin' some real bad last naght but I had some Tylenol and I was all good. Mah folks believed err'ry word I told 'em about me fallin' But….. the Principle ain’t no mountain folk. He gave me somethin' awful to worry about. He know what happened I think. But, I ain’t tellin NO one nothin, yah hear? I ain't tellin' NObody” I said. He kind of just stared at me and turned his head and giggled to himself. He… he was LAUGHING at me! At least I think he was. Oh, God. It was AWFUL. I couldn't understand why it hurt me so bad. But, my little heart felt like someone had just grabbed it, pinched it violently, and TWISTED it clockwise while it was still attached to my body, ripping out a few of my very own arteries in the process. I felt like I was going to cry from my throat if that makes any sort of sense. I wanted to honestly just stop walking with him and walk the other way, which I actually almost did. “Oh… okay.” He said with a grin and looked at me. I looked down, disappointed about how badly things were going between me and this boy. A few minutes passed and he eventually said to me in a nonchalant manor, “Welp I’m hungry. I’m gonna go get a snack at the BK. Wana come?” I wanted to ask him what a BK was, but, I was reluctant at first. “What’s a BK?” I asked him. “BK? You know, Burger King?” he said with a look as if he expected me to instantly connect the two. Looking down I shrugged my shoulders and, then, looked up at him. “You, ...you never been to a Burger King?" He asked me. “No. Ain’t non around maah old house. Never heard o' none.” I was being honest that I knew little about the things that he was so accustomed to. I really wished that I could have impressed him. I really wanted nothing else at that moment. But, I felt that I had actually achieved the exact opposite. He thought for a moment. “Oh... Weeellllll. Why, don’t you drop off your stuff at your house. And, then you can come with me.” He said. “NO!!!” I think I scared him as my outburst caused his eyes to widen and he jumped a bit as some people around us who were walking in the opposite direction as us stared at me. “I mean. Uhm THAT'S allraght. I can carry mah stuff. Sure… I’ll go.” The thought of having Liam meet my family was absolutely horrifying. Why? Because I couldn’t help, but, stare at him for some strange reason. What would my family say?! Even though my family would have no idea. I felt in my own young mind like… they’d FEEL it. You know? I almost declined his request. But, I wasn’t thinking, clearly. So, I agreed in a desperate attempt to avoid him from meeting my folks. ____________________ Finally, walking inside of the “Burger King's” entrance after me and Liam's walk, he explained to me what it was, what the typical cuisine they served was like, and how popular it was in the United States and around the globe; I took a good look around at the scenery around us. It was fairly busy with some kids our age around in small groups. Some people had ordered ice cream, others burgers, I saw some fries, and I took a glance at the soft drinks. “Well?” Liam asked me after giving me some time and space to let me accustom myself to the new place and culture. “What would you like?” He questioned me as he pointed to the menu and taught me how the ordering system worked. After a while, I had established that I’d rather come back there, some other time, for a larger amount of food as I knew I’d have food waiting for me back home and my mother would be upset if she found out I bought something to eat and replace dinner without asking permission. So I settled for my favorite soft drink and some fries. Walking up to the ordering counter when it was finally me and Liam’s turn to order, I spoke to the brunette register girl who wore a Burger King hat and had her hair back in a nice ponytail, underneath, after she had asked me, “Hello. May I take your order?” I looked around at all of the people around us and spoke, “Uhm. Yeas. Can I get me a medium friees? …OH and, I’d like a daa’t co’ please.” Being as polite as I could be as I gave her a sweet smile. In front of everyone, the girl responded , “Medium fries and…Wait… What was that?” I repeated and said to her, “Co’… A DA’At co’, please.” She looked at me for a second and, then, said “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.” I began to get extremely flustered and felt my cheeks and neck turn red. She was saying this in front of everyone! Even in front of Liam. I looked at him and just saw him giving me a blank look as he waited for me to respond to her. I, then, turned back at her direction and blurted a little louder, “You know the one without da sugar in it? A DAA’At co’oke.” I said, embarrassed about the whole scene. I couldn’t even believe what was happening to me. She finally responded, “Oh! A Diet Coke. Sorry. Aw, sure thing.” She gave me a smile, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Liam smile at her after he looked at me as though they were mentally communicating about something just before he ordered his food. After about 4 minutes of us sitting at a table in the middle of the fast food restaurant which could easily fit four people, we looked across the table at one another. Liam swallowed a bite he had just taken from his Whopper and spoke. “What’s wrong?” he said with a curious furrowed browed look and, then, leaned down to take another bite. I think he obviously saw some sort of slightly disturbed look on my face which I must have had on in between me eating my fries and sipping my Diet Coke. I just felt so… so… awkward. I shouldn't have, but, I felt like a 'Wana Be'. That’s it. I felt like everyone around me was a normal human while I was trying to be one. I was a 'Wana Be.’ I was "HillBilly" as Sascha and Jesse would say. I didn’t belong there. I felt like a mut who was rescued from a dog shelter and, then, was returned due to the owner not wanting me because he had found a dog that was much better. I shrugged. “Nothin.” He gulped, “You look like you’re going to someone’s funeral or somethin'. What’s up?" Why was he so concerned about me, anyway? We barely knew each other. Why would a boy like THIS even WANT to talk to me, much less sit and eat with me?? What's he even up to? What's going on? I thought. “Why are yuu' doin’ this?” I asked him. This caught his attention, immediately. He sort of looked at me like I was a weirdo and said, “What are you talkin’ about? Doing what?” I thought for a moment, then, spilled all the beans on that Burger King table. “Ahh’ don’t know, why you helped me out before. Why'd you take care of Mah cuts and errthing? Why you Wana be with me, here? Why'd you want me to sit with you? Sorry, Ah' just don’t get what’s goin on, here. I don't know what's happening.” I said sadly. I started to get a little panicky about everything in my life as I looked down to stare at the table. I didn't know, why. But, after I said that, I felt completely overwhelmed and it felt like the entire room was spinning. He kind of hesitated for a moment and seemed to give me a more compassionate look. “I helped you because that's what Bradford needed. You serious? He coulda' knocked you right out. Actually, he basically did. I was walking there by chance. I’m never around there, anyway. Also….. what’s wrong with you? I wanted to get to know you. I thought you were cool. Like, hang out.... You know? Haaaaanng out?” he emphasized that last sentence like I should know what 'hanging out' is. I paused for a moment, then, said “Well, thank yuuu. And, sorry 'bout before.” I couldn’t help it. It bothered me so much. I felt like I let him down. “Sorry? Sorry about what?” he asked me sipping his Mountain Dew. “That girl don’t understand me. Errbodyy here askin' me to repeat myself. It probably embarrassed yuu’ a good amount some.” I said feeling bad about the scene it had all created. I really wanted to impress him. I wanted him to like me. But, I let him down. He looked at the table for a moment and a smile slowly creeped onto his mouth as he said, “I-I…well, I like the way you sound... It’s nice.” He said. Everything around us seemed to stop moving for a few moments. As an actual grin appeared on my face from his genuine and nice complement. “What?” I said. The inevitable crimson blush on my cheeks must have been visible to him no matter what I possibly did to try and avoid it. “I like the way you talk.... it sounds really nice.” He said a bit softer than he did before. He looked at the table, gave a little grin to himself, & took another bite of his fries to distract & redirect the entire situation. I blurted out, "But, Jesse and them always tellin' me how errrbody hates the way I sound. They said kids told 'em they ain't never wana hear me talk agaynnn'. They say a 'HillBilly' like me don’t….” Liam laughed a little. “You actually believe all that crap? Jeez...” “What?” I asked him. “Dude... They’re obviously lying. They're just messing with you. How gullible are you?" He said. “Oh, yaaah? Well, how do you know that?” I asked him. “You don’t know that. How could you even know them? You don't even know Jesse. How you even know him at all?” I asked him. He paused for a moment and gave me a look. He, then, said, “Well, you see…” he began, but, took a side glance as he stared into nothing. “He was my best friend…”
  10. Regardless of the fact that I've yet to fully finish this story, I know that this particular work of yours is a pillar in the foundation to all of your work as an author being that it was the first story you ever wrote(If I'm remembering correctly) I read this Chapter and can relate to the urge of wanting people I care about the most in my life learn who I truly love in this world and why I like them and accept that. I like males, always have, probably always will. As a 15 year old, I also liked boys & girls. So I was sort of just living half a life to please everyone and ignoring the rest of my heart. Unfortunately most of my family is fairly homophobic. This is still an issue now in my 20s. Maybe I'll do something about it. Maybe I will. Thank you Com. Love you.💘 ~Black Paper🥀
  11. Black Paper


    Your Sascha’s character descriptions and development are virtually almost identical to my Sascha from “Rotten Apples”, published earlier this summer... Rotten Apples - Sascha Character Visual introduction Billy’s POV~ The other long haired boy was the very first person that I ever looked at in all my life and thought, “Wow. He’s… beautiful.” He honestly didn’t even look like a normal boy at all. He had a wonderfully slim figure & was the closest thing to being male with graceful & feminine qualities without looking like or being an actual girl. His hair blew and flew in the wind with such grace and fluidity, you would think that his head of light hazelnut hair, that went below his shoulders in the back, was made of actual water if you didn’t know any better. He had really nice cheeks and a pretty set of green, glassy eyes with a very strong looking eyebrow ridge that just made him look like an absolute supermodel. He glared at me and I just couldn’t stop staring at his unbelievable beauty. If someone told me that an angel lived on this Earth in secret… I’d think it was him. I’m just making it clear to the audience neither one of us is nabbing character composition/characteristics from each other.
  12. Black Paper

    Save Them

    You find out why in future chapters. For now, it’s just as much of a shock to the reader as it is to Billy.
  13. This Chapter is terrible. UGHH. just kidding. I Love this story! Did you know I never read passed Chapter 14 for SOME reason? I think my sister interrupted me that day in 2017 when I first found you and read this😒 I have some reading to do from the beginning hehehe!💕Bye com Love u guys. Here’s some cupcakes for you all.🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁
  14. Do I know you?

    1. KayDeeMac


      Not sure I go by David my middle name

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