regent

Thoughts of Questionable Morality
2002-02-21 17:29:56 (UTC)

Places I have lived

Well, here is some more


Montclair: This was the second place that my mother lived
after the divorce. With the parental issues still very much
in the air, I was having difficulty adapting to any place.
I thought this place would be different, as my mother was
renting it from my aunt Lisa, who had moved up to northern
California after the death of her husband. So to comfort me
my mother told me that no matter what we would be there for
at least 5 more years, so I could finish all my school. I
know it is petty to still be upset at this lie when my
mother is on her deathbed, but I believed her, I made
friends that could have lasted a lifetime, I was well
adjusted, but a bit lonely. Then my aunt returned and
demented her house. My mother must not have though it was
an option even though she was told it was a few months
after her promise. Oh well. So *poof* new school.


La Puente: Ok I am Hispanic, but I don’t look at all like a
homeboy, and I was dropped dead in the southeast la, area.
The School mascot’s name was even in Spanish. I suck out
like a sour thumb. I was a quiet white kid, who had very
few friends and none I respected. All my social networking
was just enough to keep me alive. This was also about the
time that I had to start wearing glasses. Again, I was in a
little island of an area that my transportation did not
give me the freedom to go really any were. The almost war
zone like atmosphere was something I will always keep with
me. This was the time I had started smoking and other minor
drug use, I needed anything to get my emotions to stir. My
mother had become completely absent; she would come and
drop of some groceries, mostly just rammen. I had lost 50
pounds, and was displaying tell tail signs of mental
problems. Like cutting up love seats, and starting fires
for no reason. It all reached a crescendo, when one day I
went to my locker, and saw scrawled on it “we are going to
kill you white boy” With a switchblade punched threw it.
(Now I think I should have taken the switchblade for myself
seeing as hard as they are to find now.) At time it was not
that major of a thing, when you have been held down with a
knife on you’re neck it seemed a bit meek, but then I had a
plan. For the first time I had evidence and this was my
ticket, if I made a big issue they could not stop me from
living with my father. So I let all my held back feelings
flow, it was a flash flood for the few days after the
threat. I was packed and in my fathers house, in chino in
48 hours.




Ad: