Guts

We spent all Saturday trying to sort out details about our new band. We already had figured out the members but now we needed a name and more importantly, songs! We had been going back and forth between names all morning and had gotten no where. We had a few along the lines of Sum182, Rock you face off (Jacks idea), Ravens (again Jack), All for one, and Never Give in. We were beyond frustrated when my mom called for lunch. Jack of course raced to the kitchen before I could even blink. Man that kid could eat!

In the middle of lunch my mom asked how it was going and we told her we were no closer than we had been all morning. She was all for the band thing. She was more than happy I would be interacting with other kids and getting out of the house. I sat there toying with my food while Jack once again Kurbied his. Then out of no where my mom said “How about Never Reck?” Jack actually stopped mid bite and looked at her in shock.

“THAT’S PERFECT!”
“Yeah mom that’s actually really good!”

After lunch mom said she had talked to dad the night before and they agreed to let us use the garage for practice as long as it was during the day and didn’t disturb the neighbors. Needless to say Jack was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to get to school Monday and tell the others. We ended up spending the rest of the day gaming on the PS2 (me kicking his ass at Tekken and Mortal Kombat).

*I let you win!*
^Yeah, Yeah if you say so ;)

As we were laying there in bed I suddenly had the urge to ask Jack why he had transferred schools. I mean I really honestly didn’t know much about him other than he had great music taste.

“That’s quite an amusing story actually” he told me. “ You see I have a older brother Joe and an older sister May. Joe is a sophomore and May is a senior. We all lived on the other side of town, it was pretty much the ghetto. My mom and dad were fighting a lot, my brother disappeared every night to God knows where, and May spent most the time at her boyfriends. His family was pretty well off so I was just happy she was safe. Every night you could hear gunshots from this corner or that. It was pretty terrifying have to fear for you life everyday. My dad was an alcoholic and my mom worked as a nurse. One night while my mom was at work and my dad was drunk off his ass, we got a call. It was from Joe, he had managed to get arrested for vandalism and breaking and entering. My father was enraged! He went to the police station, with me hot on his heels, drunk and stumbling. I was terrified, my mom was at work and my sister was at school working on a project. I had no idea what to do. When my father got drunk he was subject to fits of rage. So all I could do was trail and hope he wouldn't do anything stupid. When we made it to the police station he went ballistic. Screaming and yelling “Where is the little shit? Where is he? Im going to kill him!” The cops were momentarily stunned, he just came out of no where. I came running in apologizing for him but it was to late, they had restrained him and was talking about booking him in for the night. I knew this was going to end bad. He put up a fight but the cops finally got him in for detox. They pulled me to the side to ask for my story and I told them we were there to get my brother.
We ended up calling my mother and she rushed from work to get my brother. We went home and Im not sure what my mom was more stressed about, my father or my brother. At this time my sister was coming home so my mother called a family meeting. She told us she had been saving money so we could get out of that hell hole and away from my father until he cleaned up. She had been offered a job at the hospital across town and she had been paying for a house and we could finally move in. She had told us she filled charges against my father so he would be held a little long so we would have time to pack and move. It was at this time my sister told us she would be moving in with her boyfriend because she didn't want to start at a new school in the middle of the year, plus she was 18 so mom had no choice. The rest of the night was spent packing so we could =move the next morning. After and exhausting night we had managed to pack and move almost everything. This house was like heaven to my brother and I. It wasn't run down, we didn't see any drug deals and no gun shots! Plus my mother looked so relieved. it was a two bedroom with a basement. Since my sister was no longer with us and my brother and I didn't have to share a room, I claimed the basement as my own! It was the coolest thing ever! We put a futon down there for me and I set up all my posters everywhere! After a long day of unpacking we had finally somewhat finished. My mom told us that we had been enrolled in the school down the street and we would start Monday. We then sat down and talked with my brother.Turns out this was his way of acting out. He told us my father had been hitting him when he was drunk so vandalism was his outlet. This broke my mothers heart because she had no idea. So told him he was going to be on house arrest, not her house arrest but the polices. That was the only way he wouldn't go to juvie. The only places he was allowed to go was school and home. He was okay with this. We were excited. This would be a new beginning.”

Notes

Well how is that? Poor Jacky! Hes a trooper!

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