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| ISBN-13: | 9781490712918 |
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| Publisher: | Author Solutions Inc |
| Publication date: | 05/15/2014 |
| Pages: | 164 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.35(d) |
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It's Not Easy Being Me
By Jimmie R. McKnight
Trafford Publishing
Copyright © 2014 Jimmie R. McKnightAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-1291-8
CHAPTER 1
First Day of School
The very first time I saw him, I knew that it was something extraordinary about him. I thought who is this guy? I thought to myself, the kids are going to check him worst than they do me. They are on my case, joking and talking about me every minute; they are really going to joke him. When I say, extraordinary, believe me, there are several outstanding characteristics about Mr. Willis.
First of all, he is extremely short and fat, I mean, husky, fat like a little elf. As this character walked by, I tried to divert my attention from him so I would not have to speak. Moving closer and closer to me, his Earth-shaped head is round, bald, and shines as bright as the moon. Not to mention, he walks with a slight limp. Remembering my experiences with the other boys, I avoided speaking to him, hoping to escape bringing any extra attention to myself. I mean, I want to fit in at Garvey, but to fit in you have to maintain a certain attitude. NO COMPASSION, NO PROBLEM is the image you want to convey. One must act, hard, as if you don't care about anything or anybody. I tell myself I really don't care how people feel, but I still do things to try to fit in. Even when I choose my clothes, I am constantly wondering, what will people think or say about them. Whenever I look in the mirror, I wonder what other people think when they see me.
Unfortunately, it is just like always—my bad luck. I am standing there minding my own business, and the man has to walks up to me, "Excuse me, young man." he states. Without a blink, staring as I think to myself, this guy must shop at the Good Will or some kind of thrift shop, because his clothes are out of style and old looking.
I tried not to stare at the man, but I couldn't help but notice his strange glasses and ugly shoes. See, I seem to always attract people that other people see as outcast or lame. I guess it is something about me. I mean it is crazy, how even in my own head, I don't care about how most people feel. Still something inside me wants to be liked. I mean, sometimes I look at people that everybody else seems to looks up to. Some of them are just mean people, but because they look good, or got money and clothes everybody likes them even if they treat everybody else like they are nothing. Guys like that, are the ones that get all the girls. I sometimes wish that was me. The only exception is that I wouldn't joke people and try to make them feel bad just because I was luckier than them.
I just looked at the man like he was crazy. I mean, he don't know me. Why did he have to choose me out of all people standing with us?
Then Marvin states, "Who are you a substitute or something? Everybody knows the office is soon as you come in the building." The groupies then immediately do their thing and laugh. They only do this because Marvin thinks he is the man. And the followers think they are someone important because they follow him.
Feeling suspicious, I walked toward the direction of the office. I knew Marcus would have something to say. "That's just like a lame, trying to be the teacher's pet," he exclaimed!
The man then paused and looking like a drill sergeant, and stated, "Thank You, young man." Everyone watched as he walked away. Then Marvin and the gang restarted their joking session. "Man, where you get them shoes at? I want some of them. Don't tell me, I know the garbage dump." Instantly the crew starts laughing as another one stated, "Man, he got them from the thrift market."
Next thing I know, everybody started laughing, pointing at my shoes hollering, "Look at Lewis's shoes."
Lorenzo Morris is one of the tallest people at the school. He is actually taller than most freshman or sophomores in high school. He is taller than most of the teachers and has a little hair on his face. Most people can't believe that he is so young. Lorenzo is a true clown. The one thing, he loves to do is talk about people. I think Lorenzo just talks about other people because he is afraid people are going to talk about him. He is in the same situation as I am. He wears old clothes and shoes also. His shoes might be name brand, but they are still old. People just don't talk about him because they are afraid of his height, and they know he will talk about them back. See Garvey is just like the jungle, where the strong and the weak just prey on the weaker or in my case, the weakest. But I don't let them haters get to me because I know it's not where you start but where you end.
All my life people have talked about me because I don't look good and never had nice shoes or clothes. If I had a million dollars for every time someone called me black, ugly or short. Mama, she tries, but she got me and my younger brother and sister. See my mama made some bad decisions like, moving too fast with Daddy. Daddy and momma grew up in Gordon Homes one of the largest projects in the city. Daddy was sixteen when he met Momma. Momma was only fourteen. Daddy was like a grown man, since he had to take care of his brother and sister. Daddy was smart in school, but he dropped out to help take care of his brother and sister, after his father got shot, at a dice game. Mama's mother was on drugs, and she was practically raised by Grandma, who is in the church. Daddy tried working, but once Mama got pregnant, he felt like he had to get money by any means necessary. Mama said that Grandma tried to warn her, but she was in love with Daddy, so she started with sneaking around with Daddy. Momma always keeps it real with us. She said that she knows they were in love, but they should have waited. Momma said that sometimes it is hard for her to get jobs, because she doesn't have a high school diploma. Momma is very intelligent, but she just doesn't have an education. She said this hurts her, because she can't give us all the stuff we need. Sometimes I do not even want to come to school because I know they are going to joke on me.
I do have one friend, Jason, who lives in the same apartment building as I do. He stays coffin sharp. He is always down with the click in the hood, since he has older brothers. Jason goes to alternative school because he can't seem to do right in our school, which is a step away from that school, so he could just come back here. See, when people joke Jason out, he fights, and I got to give it to him, he does that well. If Jason was going to our school, Marvin and his group wouldn't dare try me like that. Jason and his brothers, they go out and hustle for what they want. Since his brothers are always boosting clothes, Jason has started letting me get a couple of things. Hopefully, this will take some attention off me and stop some of the jokes.
It is kind of messed up that I want to be somebody one day, huh? I mean I just love history and I am good at it. I believe I can be a lawyer one day. I mean look at President Obama. I want to do something with my life, running the street is not going to help me to accomplish my dreams. May be one day I won't be afraid to be me. But they just see me as an ugly boy that walks around, looking like a J as they call it. But it's all good, I still believe in myself. Sometimes I think the joking makes me stronger. It makes me want to work hard. So one day when we get older, and I run into them, they will see what they did, really didn't matter. They are going to be like, what's up Lewis, don't I know you? By then, I will be finished with law school, and the president or at least, a big time lawyer riding in a Benz. I will probably be married to Tiffany, the girl of my dreams, that wouldn't know I existed, unless Trevion hadn't pushed me, on purpose, as he walked by. The shameful incident, I might add, that led to my milk flying everywhere, particularly across the table to land directly on Tiffany. Tiffany just yelled, "Who threw that milk on me?" And of course, everyone yelled my name. When she saw that it was me, she just gave me an understanding look and sat down. I know that doesn't mean Tiffany likes me. But I do know that I love or at least like her a lot. I have written plenty letters, but I am to shy to give them to her. I just keep them in the front part of my book bag. One day I am going to give one to her. Now Tiffany, even though she is beautiful, she does not let it go to her head. She never talks about anybody, and she treats everyone good. She is one of those truly beautiful people inside and out. Tiffany is mild complexioned with long black hair and hazel eyes, sort of like a girls you see in movies. However, she is also known for helping classmates that have problems learning. She is known for speaking to everyone, and treating everyone like they are somebody, whether they are fat, skinny, dress good or bad, smart, or dumb, everyone is a friend. I think a lot of Tiffany's humbleness and nice approach came from her twin sister Tammy. She and Tammy are identical twins. Tammy, however, is autistic. You can always see Tiffany in the cafeteria hugging her sister playing with her. Tiffany and her friends treat her as if she is not autistic. A lot of the treatment Tammy receives is because of the respect people have for Tiffany.
CHAPTER 2Meet Mr. Willis
I walk into the classroom, late as always. That's because I don't like to go to the restroom when the other people are in there. People are always playing, fighting, or joke other people. I will just wait until everyone else starts scrambling to class, and the kids, who are skipping, start hiding in the stalls, and then I use the restroom quickly and try to make it to class before the tardy bell. But, coming to class late is awkward for a shy person like me. I walk in, and instantly all eyes are on me. Just my luck, the man coming down the hall is my teacher, "Young Lady, I apologize, I am sorry, I meant young man. Why are you late?" Of course, this is all the class needs to instantly burst into laughter. I replied quietly, "I had to use the restroom." He stared for a moment and then stated, "Next time try to get to class on time." I sat down embarrassed a little and happy to get out of the spot light. I looked on the board and saw a name, Mr. Willis, so that is his name, I thought to myself. As Mr. Willis began a discussion, he just happened to ask the wrong person a question, Jackie Jones.
Jackie thinks, he is all that. See, Jackie is one of the people considered to have (swag). He always has the top of the line gear on. He always has a fly hair cut, and of course, he looks totally different from how I do, and he can dance. Guess what though, I have figured Jackie out. He really is kind of dumb. So what he will do, is act like he doesn't care, and so then the other kids, since they look up to him, do the same thing. But not me, I am a individual so I just do me whether people like it or not. When Mr. Willis asked him the question, Jackie pondered for what seemed like forever, even though, it was only thirty seconds. He then stated real quickly, "Go to hell." But not like bluntly, but real fast, where only the students, would know what he is saying. What we call a potentially green teacher would just suspect, he said what he said, but wouldn't be able to prove it, without confirming it. So, of course, Mr. Willis stated, "What did you say young man?" Jackie looked somewhat afraid, but he continued laughing and stated, in a nervous and scared voice, "I said, I don't know." Mr. Willis looked at him with a blank face. It seemed, as if he was trying to look inside of Jackie's eyes, like he was trying to figure him out or something. The longer he stared, the greater the chances he would. All of a sudden Jackie breaks the silence, "What are you looking at, you see something you like, or are you going blind?" Mr. Willis's facial expression changed drastically. After a long pause, he took two steps towards Jackie's desk and stated in a forceful but quiet manner, still with the blank expression, "Young Man, stand up. You see this young man. He doesn't understand his work ethic today will impact his reality in the future. He does not understand how much his future depends on what he does today. What do you want to be when you grow up young man?" Jackie paused for a minute, looking around for reinforcement, but seemed to start to get serious when he realized that no one else was laughing. His facial expression went from smiling and smirking, to shame and ducking. Amazing how Jackie loses his confidence when no one is there to back up his show. Now, Jackie shame faced stated, "I don't know, probably a football player, but if that does not work out, I will be a lawyer because they get paid." Mr. Willis then stated, "Son, do me a favor research a famous lawyer. Read his biography, and then come back to me, and tell me what you find. Your research will show that the lawyer went to a prestigious school and studied hard for many years to become a successful lawyer. Before he made it to college, he had to sit in a chair, just as you do. He had to make a decision to pay attention in class, to follow school rules, and avoid following classmates, who made bad decisions. Across from him was another student, when he was your age and grade, who was just as capable and smart that wanted to be a lawyer. This child chose to be disrespectful, not to pay attention in class and disobeyed school rules. He ended up instead of becoming a lawyer, being represented by a lawyer in and out of court for a crime he was charged with. The question is, are you the child that is going to be the lawyer? Or are you the child that is going to need a lawyer?" Jackie looked all around in disbelief and bewilderment and stated, "Oh, I'm going to be something, that's for sure, more than you. I know what I am not going to be, a broke down teacher like you, look at your clothes." Mr. Willis just looked, realizing Jackie was very angry. Jackie then jumped up yelling loudly, "Why are you looking at me? You are not my daddy, what you going to do whip me?" Mr. Green then stormed in, hearing the loud voice from the other room. "Is everything all right Mr. Willis?" He then smiles, and gives Mr. Willis a hug and a secret hand shake. See Mr. Green and Mr. Willis are a part of the same fraternity. Mr. Green is cool with all the kids, and he is younger than the other teachers are, and makes learning fun. Mr. G. is a different type of teacher. He knows how to relate to the students. Mr. Willis then gives him a reassuring smile and states, "Everything is all right brother, I have a young brother that needs a little grooming." Mr. Green looks over eye to eye with Jackie and states, "Jackie are you being disrespectful towards Mr. Willis?" Jackie pauses for a second, considering wether to try the same antics with Mr. Williams and states in a quiet mild like manner, "No, Mr. Green I was just kind of angry, it want happen again." Mr. Green and Mr. Willis then walked out of the room discussing old times.
CHAPTER 3The Characters at Garvey Middle School
We are in the boy's room. Now for those of you who don't know, that's where everything goes down. That's where all the fights break out, plans get discussed, and most of all, lies get told. Even though they have teachers out in the hall, most teachers want even go in the boys' restroom. The smell along, would knock you out. The minute you hit the door, you can smell the aroma of wet urine. It's amazing, how even with that smell, you can almost always find boys camped out, during time change, on top of toilets. For some reason, these boys hope they will make it pass the tardy bell without being caught, so they can hang in the bathroom.
Because of all the fights, the security guards make rounds during rotations to class. But the bad boys are smarter than they are given credit for. If the boys know the guards are about to go in the restroom, it would be just like the prison yard. One group of people will do something to divert Mr. Lee, the security guard's attention. Often, it is girls, who are groupies that run out of the restroom screaming down the hall. This will temporarily cause Mr. Lee to run to the other side of the hall. This will allow the rumble to start. It usually ends with someone getting beat down. Walking out of the restroom with their pride hurt and smelling like urine, the other students, then will scramble out into the hall to joke about what happened as the gossip girls wait to get the story and immediately pass it through the hall. This, often time, follows with all the teachers rushing to the halls to try to redirect students to class.
(Continues...)
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