A Boy named Valentino

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic


A short story about the live of Valentino, you're opinions on the story are welcome.

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018

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There was once a boy named Valentino Di Pietro Hernandez, he wasn’t latino though, came from Italy to study writing in the Us and that's where he has the last name from. His american relatives over the famous Atlantic ocean always wondering how he’s been doing, sending him cards once in a while for his birthday or for christmas. He didn't really know them tough, never had the money to visit them, but his Momma and Papa always told them they were nice, nothing else just that they were nice. So when they both decided that he should leave home to get a higher education he wasn't the most happy person in the world, Valentino was startled just recently he got a girlfriend named Giara Di Dia, he had a crush on her for a while. He didn't want to leave that live behind, who would? He tried to argue with his parents about it, but they didn't listen and so of he went over the famous and tragic Atlantic ocean. Momma and Papa prayed the whole journey that he would be save, someone must have heard them up there beyond the clouds. He has seen photos of his american relatives so he kinda knew who wasn't gonna steal his shoes. They picked him up, asked him a lot of questions and he told them about his Italian life, his girlfriend and his friends on they way to a new beginning for Valentino, the Italian with a latino last name. A lot of time has passed since that day at the airport and one day he was laying in his grandma’s comfy chair, it was nighttime and yet the heat was still unbearable and while he was sitting in this comfy green chair he stared out the front porch seeing nothing but fields. He was bored and everybody was asleep at that time so he had this tennis ball that he stole from tenis training. He always wanted to try tennis, even though the coach hated his guts and with that he lost interest in the sport, so Valentino was sitting there in that warm klima in that chair throwing a stolen tennis ball into the air and that was the best he could come up with and maybe it was the most relaxing for him. He did that for an hour a day just throwing that tennis ball into the air and catching it and throwing it again and again and again while sitting in his grandmas favourite chair thinking what if he never left Napoli, his little broken paradise city in Italy. He spent most his time thinking about stuff like that always wondering  what would happen if he became president of the United States or a mafia boss with a lot of hookers and money. Valentino would dream like that, even sometimes thinking he lived these fantasies, so what was different this hot day from every other day, that night he was daydreaming about being a Navy Seal who went crazy in Afghanistan and now is on a path of revenge against his friends who left him to die. This kid named Valentino did have a strange fantasy and his daydreams were all about this crazy stories that he could never live, that were never in the realm of reality, that were unreachable. The closest story he almost lived was writing a book about Italy that turned out to be a overnight success. He almost lived this one story and one story would have been enough for Valentino but that's a story for another time. The important thing though is it didn't happen and so he spent half his life on that porch staring into the darkness of those fields, sitting in his grandmas comfy green chair, she died a few years later. Valentino stopped throwing that old ragged out tennisbal after his grandma's death because he broke his hand and several limbs during a car accident. His hand never fully healed back after that and while it was in constant pain Valentino caught skin cancer over those long working years in the fields. You think because he was brown he would be more protected from the sun, but you were wrong, he looked more like a white person then a brown sun protected Italian and with that he followed his grandma’s footsteps a few years later and died at the age of forty three, young, hopeful and naive. They found Valentinos body on the toilet still taking a dump, the doctors said he died of cardiac arrest caused by another disease that he caught during his devilish work in the fields. He also had a dozen of other diseases in his body that the doctors later found out including Asthma and those heart problems. They studied him for a while until they lost interest and then finally he got his funeral and after that he went off into the other world or worlds, how you see it is your opinion. So that's how Valentino Di Pietro Hernandez lived, the brown white Italian daydreamer and slacker who left his home in Italy for adventure in the States.


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