Mental Stigma by Julio "Che" Rodriguez (ereader with android TXT) 📕

"JAY"


As i sat in the truck with nothing but heavy metal in my ears, all i could see was street lights passing by. I knew this wasn't going to be a good ride.

I could faintly hear my Mother speaking on the phone. I saw my breath on the window. While I hugged myself from the non-heated car, I could see Trees, and people passing by. I never knew my Mother had such a strong hand. But i guess I had to find out, one way or another. My school had called saying I was dropped from it. This didn't make my Mother happy at all. I didn't give a fuck. But at the same time I did. I didn't want to lose the respect of my Mother, Father, Sister, And Brothers. Or the trust they had towards me. I wanted everything to be back to normal. Too late. All hell had broken loose.


A couple of days ago, My Mother, and Father, had given me a talk about school.
"You need to start doing better Jay! Or you gonna end up like a BUM!" My Mother said angrily.
"Yes, I know" I replied. She then got furious and proceeded with a,
"That's all you ever say! 'Yes i know'" She said mockingly. My Father just stood there with a What-the-fuck expression on his face. You would think my Father is a mean man. You're wrong. He knew exactly what he said, and did. No questions. Through out the whole time my Mother was giving me a lecture, I kept looking in the mirror that was in front of me. Long dark brown hair. At Shoulder length. Dark brown eyes. Chunky but not fat. As I was observing myself, I heard my Mother say "You have two weeks to get your grades up, or that's it." I was puzzled.
"What do you mean 'That's it'?"
"You're gonna get dropped from school." my Father interrupted.
"Two weeks?!" I asked.
"Yes, now go to bed." my Mother said.
I walked out of the brightly coloured room with my head down and hair in my face. I didn't want to get dropped from school. I was going to a continuation school as it was. Now I'm gonna be on homestudies? This wasn't good. I went to my room. And slept.


The next morning was as usual as every other morning. I got up, changed, combed my hair, and left to school. I am always a little late. But this time I was early.
I got through the front gate, and a teacher told me to take my headphones off. I mumbled under my breath. I met up with my friends outside. As always they wanted to smoke. I said No. They knew i didn't do all that drug bullshit. But yet they always asked. I think that stuff is a waste of time, and a bad hobby. I have tried it before but it's not an everyday thing. Like it is for these guys. I never saw the real reason on why people smoke and drink. But it's their lives. Not mine. I may be a bad student and lazy. But I'm not dumb. People treat me as if I'm a good-for-nothing type person. I like to think of myself as a really smart guy. And every one tells me I have the brains, but not the motive. After this I went to class. I had English class first. It was an O.K class, since we never did anything. Just sit there listening to our music or txting on our phones. I was drawing on a piece of paper that I had gotten from the girl who sat in front of me. Jeanette. I knew her on a personal level. As i was finishing up a drawing that I was doing, my teacher called me up. I walked over to his desk, that felt like an eternity away.
"Why are you getting dropped?" he asked.
"I'm not earning the credits that I suppose to be earning." I replied.
"Well Jay, you better get it together and try harder." He said slowly.
"Yeah, I know." I said, while I walked back to my seat.
"Hey Che, What was that all about?" Jeanette asked, when I was sitting down. People have been calling me Che since the first time I wore a Che Guevara shirt.
"He wanted to know the reason why I'm getting dropped."
"What the fuck? You're getting dropped?" she asked.
"No, I have two weeks to get my grades up or else I am." I said. She looked at me like she had never seen me before. As if I was a stranger.
"What?" I finally asked after about a minute.
"Nothing. I don't want you to get dropped, cause then who the fuck am I gonna chill with here?"
"You still got Caleb, Frankie, and Spliff, and a lot of other people." I said.
"But it won't be the same!" she said sadly.
"Well then I promise I'll try harder" I said.
"You better!" She said with anger. But not bad anger. I don't know how to explain it. Jeanette is a nice girl, but can get crazy with just looking at her wrong. She was a good student but her fatal flaw was that she was crazy. She had cussed out a teacher in school. That's why she's here. At Cambridge.


After English I have Environmental Science. I have this class with Frankie. Her name is Francesca,but she don't like it very much. She's mysterious but in a good way. I know exactly why she's like that.
"I heard you are gonna get dropped?" she said. She had this you're-fucking-up look upon her face. I had never seen this on Frankie.
"Not exactly" I responded quickly.
"Well Jeanette told me and Spliff you are gonna get dropped if you don't get your grades up" she said.
"Well yeah, I guess. But I'm not going to get dropped." I said. She looked away in disgust. She was acting Motherly. But i just went back to doing my work.

Text: 2011 The characters, and events portrayed in this book are fiction. All credit goes to J. Rodriguez and the people at BookRix.com
Publication Date: 02-19-2011

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Dedication:
Dedicated to Mayra and Santana for giving me the idea. And to all my friends and family. Thank you :D