Family: To Be or Not To Be

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young man understands what it means to have a family even if it's not his mother and father.

The warm morning was likable, the sun shirring, I love summer. My mom and dad were siting on the porch, watching my friends and I play in the pool. They called us in to get something to eat, so we got out and started to walk up to the house when I heard someone scream. I looked around, then back to my friends, they were already inside. I looked around one more time to see who screamed but there was no one. I walked over to the door, opened it and noticed that everyone was gone. "Hello!" I said.

"Is there anyone here?" I called. I ran from room to room looking for them, but found nothing. "HELP!" Someone screamed. I ran to the room that the sound came from and threw open the door, and then....

I arose from my bed. 2:15 AM is what my clock said. I flopped back down then jumped when I heard a "BOOM!". The storm outside sounded wild. Every time the thunder roared, it sounded like steal hitting steal; strong, unchanging, but settled. I got a hold of myself and forced myself to sleep.

I awoke to someone poking me. When I opened my eyes I saw Scott standing over me.

"Koga! Koga!" He said in this Texas voice. Now, he isn't from Texas, that's just what he sounds like.

"Koga, you need to get up." Scott insisted.

"What are you and Jake doing here Scott?" I asked sleepily.

Scott chuckled, then said, "Your uncle thinks that you need to hang out with guys and not girls." The smile on his face said that he was playing around, but I know that my uncle more then likely said that.

"I'm surprised that he finally thinks that." I said. I sounded like a little boy and hated that. Scott's look changed from joking to confused. "I mean...if I have to help pick out another dress and pair of shoes, I'm going to go nuts." I added.

Scott laughed, then Jake came out of nowhere and jumped right on top of me. I was breathless, uncomfortable and nevertheless surprised that he did that. I looked at Scott, he had this look that guys make when someone hit them that one spot. He looked at me, then said, "OW!"

"I'll agree with you on that one." I said out of breathe.

"I suggest that maybe you should get off of him Jake." Scott said.

Jake looked at me and then to Scott and said, "But he's so comfortable." Jake sounded like he could take the world on, he didn't sound like Scott, that was the one thing that made them unique.

"Jake, this is causing me a lot of discomfort and if you care so much about me then you would get off." I said with the little breathe that I had left.

"Okay." Jake decided.

"Thank you." I said when he got off. "Now, I am awake." I joked.

They both laughed. You could tell that they were brothers. They both had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, Jake's eyes were light, baby blue and Scott's were more like the sky on a summer day, when the sun is high in the sky and no clouds to be seen. Both have fine faces, muscles, a good sense of humor, a willingness to listen, and an understanding nature. They cared for everyone and anyone, they could make you smile no matter what. Scott is 28, Jake 21 and I...just turned 23. My uncle, Angel, is 39 and his two girls were 20, Kitty, and 19, Yura. I think of the girls more like my sisters, Scott and Jake were more like brothers then friends and my uncle is more like a father then anything.

I got dressed and then walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. I could hear someone coming. I looked at the door wanting to see one of the girls or the brothers but no it was my uncle.

"Morning kiddo." Angel said in husky but strong voice.

"Morning uncle." I responded.

"Did Jake and Scott wake you?" He asked.

I had stopped eating when he asked me that. I sat there and looked at him but he had turned his back to me, I could see that he had a smile on his face. "You told them to do that didn't you?" I asked.

He turned around, took a sip of his coffee, then said, "What are you talking about?"

I looked him over and could tell that he was hiding something. "You did, didn't you?" I said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said. "I think Jake schemed you a little too hard." He said. He set his mug down then started walking out of the kitchen.

"Uncle!" I called as he walked out the door. I got up and started to follow him, "Uncle! Uncle!" I called to him as he ran outside. I took off after him. I got outside and was surprised when everyone was standing around a cake and yelled "Surprise, Happy Birthday!"

I continued to stand there looking at them when my uncle walked up to me and said, "You okay kiddo?"

"Yeah, actually I'm more then okay." I said.

"That's good." Angel said.

"Your mom and dad would be happy for you." Scott said to me. I looked deep into his blue eyes and seen the look of understanding. Throwing my arms around him, I said, "I know."

I was 10 years old when my parents left me. It was summer, and I remember that day like it just happened. My friends, Scott, Jake, Kitty and Yura, and I were playing in the pool when my parents called us in. We got in and my uncle was sitting there with a sad look on his face. I asked him, "Wheres mom and dad?"

"I'm sorry kiddo, but they're gone." He said with tears in his eyes.

"Gone? What do you mean by gone?" I asked.

"They told me to take care of you and your friends kiddo." He said. I know that he meant Scott and Jake, their parents passed a long time ago and so my mom and dad took care of them like their own.

"NO!" I shouted. I ran from room to room looking for them. I got to their room and opened the door to find that all of their things were gone. The pictures, clothes, every thing was gone. The only thing that I thought was, "I didn't get to say good bye."

Opening my eyes, I still had a hold of Scott. My arms around his back, just holding him and then I felt tears ranning down my cheeks. "How long have I been holding him like this?" I thought to myself. I moved my arms away from him and seen that he too was crying. Sadness was all I could see in Scott's and Jake's eyes. I looked at them and the thought of how Scott and Jake must feel crossed my mind. "They know just how I feel." I thought to myself. We, my uncle, his kids were the only family that Scott, Jake and I knew.

We stay together, just like the greasers in that book called, "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. That's a good book and every time I read it, it reminds me of my life, well without me having real brothers and my parents dieing in a crash. My life was something like that. Maybe life was like that. A story, just waiting for someone to open it up and learn something from it, or something like that anyway.

Scott wiped the tears away and said, "So, how does it feel to be 23?"

I could tell that he was trying to change the subject, and so I said, "I feel another year older." We all laughed.

After the party, I stood outside looking over the land. I looked around and saw that I didn't need to feel sad about not having mother or father or a family or like I am not at home.

"I am home." I said out loud to myself. "This is my family." I said.

"And we're happy that we are." I turned around to see Scott standing in the door way. I turned back to looking at the land.

"What no comment?" Scott asked. He was now standing at my side looking out at the land and every now and then looking at me.

I chuckled, then said, "I guess I could say thanks."

Scott drooped his head down, I thought that he was laughing at me but when he looked back up and at me I saw that he had this big goofy smile on his face.

"And?" He said.

"And what?" I asked him.

"There's an and in there." He said.

"And...that I'm happy to hear." I sighed.

"Good." He said. He put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug and all I could do was hug him back.

"Because if you didn't," He stopped. I looked up at him and we both looked each other in the eyes.

"Because if I didn't what?" I asked.

"I would have to beat you up." He said. I knew that he was joking, the look said it all.

We both laugh and then he said, "Come on. We should go inside and eat some of that cake that Kitty and Yura made."

"Okay." I said. "What ever you say brother." I added.

"That's big brother to you little bro." He joked.

We both walked into the house and into the kitchen. We got some cake and started to eat it. We all were in the kitchen eating, laughing, joking and just having fun.

"This is my family and I love them with all my heart." I thought to myself. All I could to was smile and look at my family.

The End

Submitted: April 18, 2012

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