The Thoughts Of A Goth Boy by bloodandgorelover (digital book reader txt) 📕

talk.

"I'm sorry honey, what's wrong?" mom asks as she pulls out a vegetable peeler. "My sister is into incest or something like that and threw pool water on me and one of the boys from next door is a pervert" I say passing her my apple so she can peel it. "Yo mean the Asians? yeah they warned us of one of their sons" dad said, sitting next to me. "I told you this but you were half asleep " he sighed, I need to focus. "Here's your apple" mom says passing me my apple. I take a bite of it and look at my phone.

"Oh, yeah, Bentley sent me a message like five hours ago" I say apathetically. "what did it say?" mom asks, wiping her hands then the counter. "I don't know, I didn't read it" I yawn. this made her walk up to me and slap me behind the head. "Hey, what the hell!?" I yelled as I rubbed the spot she hit. "Look who grew balls" my dad said to my mom. "Shut up, Edgar look at the text right now and tell me what it says" she growled. "It's been a long day!"I exclaimed as I fall to one side of the couch. "what the duck are you talking about? it's only 10:50 in the morning" My dad says.


Why Is This Day Still Going?

I got in the car, once again, so we can meet with Bentley at a mall near our house. I don't know why, I can speak English well now. The only reason why Bentley even acknowledged me was because I didn't know English. My sister was always sent her every vacation so that she can learn the language. My parents were forced into learning it because my grandmother wanted us to live with her. I, on the other hand, was way too stubborn to learn this language and now I have to hide my accent because of retards.

The only reason I actually care about what retards think is because I'm sick of coming home smelling like milk. Or covered in fake blood. Or beat up. Or pissed off. Basically anything that led yo this move to a new place. What did I even so that got me transferred? It was probably because I made five guys take a trip to the hospital. The way I see it is that they deserved it. It's one thing to talk about me but it"s another to talk about my friends and family.

"Are we ready?" I hear my father say. "Idiferent de" I say, like I give a shit if we go or not. "Edgar, It's whatever not indiferent de, remember we're in America" Cecilia tells me, as if I'm going to praise her for telling me not to speak in my native language. "Pe dracu" I reply to this little smart ass, "Oh I'm sorry, I mean fuck off" I add just to fuck with her head. "Edgar!" mom yells. "sorry, not really" I say, 'cause I'm going to be honest. And I don't give a shit.

My dad sighs before he drives and I black out as my mom lectures me about being nice or something like that.

When we arrive, I get out of the car to meet my cousin. Three inches shorter than me, dark brown eyes, slightly tan skin, and short black hair. Yeah that's my cousin, what an eyesore. "Bentley,eşti încă în viaţă?" I asked, because the last time I saw him I bashed his head into a wall. So I thought he was dead. "Yeah, I'm still alive no thanks to you" He laughed. "How is that funny?" I ask giving him a serious look. We stare at each other in silence for a couple of minute before bursting out in laughter. "Still the same eyesore as before I see" I laughed. "look ho's talking?" he exclaimed. We continued to laugh until Cecilia interrupts us.

"I thought you guys hated each other" she says. "We do" I answered. "Can't you feel the hate?" Bentley sarcastically asks. We're like best friends, the only reason I hurt him is because he pissed me off that day. "OK boys, when you're done catching up give us a call" mom says as we walk into the mall that I dreaded to step near it when I first saw it.

"Hey don't make that face, this mall is the closest thing we have to hangout" Bentley says as we branch out of the group. "Yeah, but this place still sucks" I say. "Dude, stop hiding your accent it's what make you, you" he says while punching my arm. "Indiferent de" I laugh as we sit at the food court section. "so what sis you want to talk about?" I ask. "Oh yeah, about the reason that you transferred" he started. "That's not important" I interrupt, not wanting to talk about it. "What do you mean it's not important?" he asked, surprised at my statement. "Mother fuckers wanted to play, so I did, that's all you need to know" I sighed while getting up. "Fine, hows this place treating you then?" he asked. This is why I bashed his head, he didn't know when to shut up.

"this place, in nice words, is shit" I say, taking a good look at this shitty mall. "Why are you like this?" he asked annoyed. "Why do you keep asking questions?" I asked. "I don't know, force of habit" he says. I groan, he's lucky he's related to me. "If you must know, there is something that might be important" I sighed. "Sounds like bad news" he says as he got up. I sigh before telling him everything so far.

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Text: bloodandgorelover
Publication Date: 04-15-2012

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