Tristen The Boy Pt. 1

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This is just a story that came to my head and i just HAD to write I hope you like it.
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Submitted: October 23, 2010

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Submitted: October 23, 2010

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I was sitting all alone in English Class; it felt comfortable to know that I had no one else in the class to bother my thoughts with their gibberish nonsense. Ever since I was a little boy I was left alone in everything; my soul and home. My parents divorced and never talked even in special days like thanksgiving or Christmas. I got used to living with my older sister and her boyfriend, Derris. Sometimes I wish I was never born and other times I feel like the proudest person in the world. I wonder if life would be better for my sister and my parents without me. A tall red head girl walks up to me and says “Greetings, I’m Egypt Barn, and I believe I’m your English partner, nice to meet you.” Wow, this girl is really trying to talk to me unlike my other classmates. She took a seat next to me and smiled a real smile. I didn’t say anything first because I simply thought this was probably a joke sent by god to taunt me. After all, sometimes I think that god doesn’t like me. “So, what’s our assignment?” she continued “I’m a new student” “We have to write a poem about our partners” I simply responded back, my heart felt warm in its place like it was heating up. Was it the chili hot dog from this morning or this girl? Egypt Barns the strange name echoed in my head, somehow it made mouth relax and numb. “Oh, thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name?” Her hair apple colored hair wasn’t as long as half of the other girls in the class but dazzling and her brown moist-looking skin glowed and her red lips told a story of a generous girl. Her eyes were a natural hazel color; it just made me want to dance in them forever, her voice as warm as pancakes on a Sunday morning. “Tristen Berry” A smile aroused on my face. Then we began writing our poems, when class was over we both happened to share what we wrote to each other. To Tristen Berry my English partner Who has the most unique aqua colored eyes He, who flies, will touch the sky and forever live. To him who has noticed me. And will be my friend (I hope) I am a flower and he is the sun. To tristen Berry my English partner I didn’t really understand the first time I read the poem but the third time I sort of did. Those lines made my skin tingle in its place and my eyes sting. Did this girl that I met for the first time understand some of my feeling? I looked up at her and saw her eyes were scanning my paper. I wonder what she thinks of it, because I never really tried writing poetry at all. “I love it Tristen, it’s amazing. Have you ever written poetry before? It seems here on your paper like you are experienced.” Her lips twirled in delight. “Nah, I’m not a poet I just put my feelings in paper that’s all.” “Class, today’s homework is to write in your journals about anything like love, your past life, your dinner anything.” All I could think of was that should be easy to do. The bell rang and by the time I noticed anything, school was over. That meant I could go home and rest. I scurried out the school building before Ms. Kim could come out and remind people that have detention to stay afterschool. My sister’s apartment wasn’t that far from my school so I could walk, I actually enjoy walking everywhere. I walked past Bio Avenue and was headed for to take a shortcut past an alley when I saw a homeless girl walking towards me. It was creepy because it looked like a scene from a scary movie, slow and silent. She held up a sign saying ‘Will Dance for Money’. Without thinking about it I plopped a 10 dollar bill into her hands. It felt good giving someone else something that they needed. She probably assumed that I wanted her to dance on me because she shoved my body to the wall and started dancing like a slutty prostitute. Even though I have to admit it was kind of hot but that’s not the reason I gave her money. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused. “Well, don’t you like it? I dance for money” She whispered in my ear, like a naughty nurse or something. Though she had torn up clothes and her hair was a mess she didn’t stink or have bad breath, actually her breath smelled of cherry and grape. She is probably a runaway girl. I never really understood why kids ran away sometimes, but then again I felt like running away a few times before. “I don’t want you to dance on me.” I breathed in silently. If I wanted a girl to dance on me I would definitely not wanted it to be a homeless girl. Besides dancing isn’t my thing anyway. “Oh…” “Yeah” “Well thank you sir, your very kind. God bless you.” The girl looked like she was older than me by a year or two. Even though I was 15 years old she looked 16. She had jet black hair that needed a perm and a washing and eyes that were too good to be true. She had the most un-recognizable eye color in the world. It was a light gray and specks of baby blue, Amazing. I walked away leaving her speechless and with her mouth open. I hope to see her again; she looks like a good person. * * * When I got home, I was greeted to my sister and Derris having a hardcore make out session, thank god I came home because it looked like if I wasn’t there to stop it I would soon be helping my sister raise a child, and I definitely didn’t want that. “Hey Tristen, how’s school today?” My sister asked pushing Derris away and getting up to hug me, just like mom used to do. Derris looked at me like he could see right through me. “Uh, school was good I guess. I met this girl name Egypt Barns, she’s cool.” I sighed, the comfortable couched calling out to my body. I just couldn’t resist and plopped onto it. Our couch was red but not small, in fact it was large and cozy to sleep in. “Dude, you look like you had a long day, and who’s this chick you speak about?” Derris smiled, showing his white perfect teeth. Man, that’s one thing I wanted from Derris, his nice white teeth. “Yeah she’s a cool girl; she’s actually my English partner.” “Cool” My sister sniffed my clothes, like a mother sniffing her child for something they didn’t want to smell. Yeah, that’s my sister; she’s like my mother but less annoying. “Tristen you smell like grapes and cherry.” Do I, Grapes and Cherry? Oh. “Well I bumped into this homeless girl and I gave a 10 dollar bill and she was all up on me dancing and twirling her butt like a dancer or something” It felt weird telling to story to my sister. “Like a slut or something?” Derris asked. “Yeah like that.” “Was she hot?” my sister bit her lips; she always did that when she was curious of something. I decided not to tell her everything, because she might overreact. “I mean yeah, she was cute.” “Oh, Janice, your brother’s a player.” Derris laughed. Derris always called my sister by her name when he was serious or joking around. “Shut up Derris, Tristen go take a shower and dinner will be ready I guess.” My sister alarmed me. I hoped in the shower and thought about today, it was an exciting day especially at school meeting Egypt. It’s strange how I’m thinking of her while I’m naked. Ughh.


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