"Popo...let's get the fuck outta here!"
“Fuck!”
“God damn, it, I told you we should’ve went to the fort!”
I threw my forty of Old English as far back into the woods as I could and followed everyone else. We ran through the opening in the fence and darted through the woods on the trail we always took to get there. It was so dark and my drunkenness wasn’t helping me at all; all I could see was my cousin's white sweater ahead of me. I just followed that, my heart pounding, just listening to the tumult of all that was ahead of me. The five of us darted through the woods as fast as we could, I, being the last. We jumped over mud puddles, over rocks, ducked under trees, ran up and down hills, until finally we were up by the other ball fields closer to my house. We got behind the school building that was at the exit of the woods and ran the back streets home. As we got to the corner two blocks from my house, we took a break and sat on the curb. We didn’t see any cops, and were finally able to relax and breathe…or at least they could relax. I looked down and saw my brand new white shoes, now covered in mud and grass. In my drunkenness I only half cared, but beneath that drunkenness and newfound ignorance, the innocent girl inside of me dreaded going home to my father, to try to hide the new shoes he’d gotten me; to make up an excuse why we were out until 1 AM before the first day of high school; to have to dart my mother threatening us with her piss tests. I dreaded all of it, and it all became more real as we rounded the block and inched further and further to my house, smoking my cigarette so hard and nervously I must have looked like a crack feign. My cousin didn’t seem to mind though. She was used to drama like this; she anticipated drama like this; she relished in drama like this. She was already enrolled in a school for kids with behavioral problems, so for her, this was all expected, but for me…I was just the innocent one, getting dragged into it all…and giving my parents aneurisms.
No comments:
Post a Comment