The Dead Father and The Homosexual Boy

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Chapter 4 (v.1)

Submitted: September 16, 2010

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Submitted: September 16, 2010



When I lived four hours north of this jail cell apartment I had a good round of friends. Or people who I thought were my good friends until I moved. It wasn't long before the phone calls stopped coming and the conversations started getting shorter and shorter between my long lost buddies. Very depressed I started getting in contact more and more with my friend Rose. I never knew why we started becoming friends, but we became best friends after I moved. Before I moved we barely talked other than shortly at church when we ate snacks and whatever after church service was over.

So that is the first person I called after my mom had stopped being stupid and left to go pick up some groceries so we could eat. I was in my room and I had grabbed the cordless phone. It was sort of warm inside, but it didn't really matter that much. School was here and that meant no air conditioning. We were trying to save money because we still owned the house we lived in up north. I so wished I could be there as the phone started to ring. The phone was a way to be connected with everyone up north.

Rose was always gossiping about the things that were occurring up on the range in northern Minnesota. She was always fun to chat with because she had so much to say all the time. She had a very distinct character with a liking to cooking and the supernatural. However she was afraid of knives and only watched and read about the paranormal. She swore that her basement was haunted and held spirits all the time. So I always looked forward to talking with her. We would always dream swap.

“Ugh, hello?” she answered confused to who was calling.

I don't believe she had put my number into her cell phone yet. I was just using the home phone and had no interest in having my own cell phone. I always thought they were annoying and a waste of money. But all my friends seemed to have them.

“Hey Rose, It's Jason from your church.” I said remembering we hadn't talked for a couple weeks.

“Oh, Hey Jay, hows it going?” she asked.

Jay was a nickname that I had picked up when I lived up north. Down here, in my new town, near the Twin Cities, they called me woody which was extremely embarrassing. I thought it was rather dumb. I preferred being called Jason secretly because that was my real name. But Jay was fine as well. Being called Jay by Rose made it seem alright.

“It is going as usual. Sucky. I hate being down here to be honest, but don't tell anyone.” I started the conversation as the pessimist I am.

“Oh, what happened today that makes you so pissed off?” she asked.

“My mom is being annoying and stupid.” I explained.

“Oh, my mom is the same way! She is just always in my business and gives me no privacy at all. Like yesterday I was going to take my anti depressant the doctors put me on right when she blabbed out... Are you going to take your pills? I was so annoyed I just bit her head off and we got into a big argument and that. But anyways how did your week go?”

It was the second week of being in the new school and things were really lame. I had been focusing on homework and just getting by without making an idiot of myself or trying to draw attention to myself. People kept asking questions about me and the school was so large compared to my old one questions got annoying. I was tired of answering peoples questions about my life because sooner or later they came to my past. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

The past meant talking about my dad and how he died. The conversation at school usually led to how did he die and I would explain how he was a border line abusive alcoholic who committed suicide when I was four. Then they would ask if my mom remarried and I would say no and tell them I moved here because she went to school to become a teacher and now teaches at the high school here. Usually they would say something like, “Well that's a great thing your mother did for you. It is so great that she didn't try to party and go with other men and that she decided to set up a better future for you.”

Though no one ever said this directly, that was the general vibe I got from a lot of people. People loved my mom for being who she is. She just pisses me off.

“Things are going alright I guess. How are things going for you?” I replied.

“Well I was told that because of this stupid sickness that keeps making me ill I will have to stop going to school all day. That means I will have to stay home half the day and do homework at that time.” she began her description of the first couple weeks of school.

I gave her the periodic ok and that sucks and oh wow comments as she went a long, “I guess it won't be that bad because I really don't like any of the students at the school anyways. They are all stuck up and they blabber so much. Like I think my cousin, you know her, Jeanie, was saying stuff about my on the first day of school. Plus they're rumors going around that I am pregnant! Can you believe me pregnant? I don't think so. It is because I am gone so much. I am in ninth grade! No one should be getting pregnant yet. I bet Jeanie will be the first one pregnant in the class. Did you have any good dreams lately?” she took a break from talking to probably catch her breath.

“Not really.” I feel as if I shouldn't have called.

I was burnt out and knew mom would be home soon.

“Oh, well I was watching ghost busters the other night and when I went to bed I dreamt that I turned into a big marshmallow and thought I should go on a diet when I woke up. It was the weirdest thing.” she said.

Ending the conversation I said, “Well I have to go. My mom is home and she needs help with groceries. I will talk to you later alright.”

“Oh. Ok. Bye and have a good weekend.” she said.

“Yep, you too. Buh Bye.” I said and hung up the phone.

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