REBEL BOY
What the hell. My used-to-be neighbor is now inside of my house, on my couch, with his feet on my floorboards! And no! I am not “overreacting” or whatever! Ronnie Grey Scalbird, your typical 13 year old rebel boy with girlfriends every two weeks. Don’t ask how I know, his relationships are like stupid news announcements. He always sees me as his “wimpy, shy, and nobody” neighbor. Though the weirdo still remembers my birthday…every year. “Yes, oh no problem. We will take care of your boy. Just…just focus on getting better.” My mom never “stumbled” through words…ever. But when I glanced over to Ronnie he looked like he wanted to punch my guts. The usual I would say. “What? Punk.” Ronnie gritted his teeth, his eyes piercing at me harshly, but I could tell from his voice…to his eyes that he wanted comfort just as much as he wanted to hate me. Truth is, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Scalbird, never came back home because of their car accident it was bad. When my parents heard and found out they found Ronnie in his parents’ bedroom, crying his guts out his voice was hoarse all because of his cries. No one should have to go through that. So now we basically have to take care of this brat even if he doesn’t want it. I want to help too, he’s really broken. Just a broken person with reasons…isn’t that funny?
