The Disappearing Boy, chapter 19
Nobody Is Perfect
Chapter 1:
Jesus of Suburbia was just another 15-year-old living in a small town somewhere in Nevada. He was a skinny, tall boy with dark brown hair, usually seen wearing a hat. He hated him family, his town, and just about anything else. He had two true friends and was bullied, beaten up, or picked on at school every day for different reasons. They were usually because he was different. His parents were the type to make their kid clean anything and everything. They hit him on occasion, forcing Jesus of Suburbia not to tell anybody and go on to live another day of it. It made Jesus of Suburbia sick to his stomach that he lived this way and surprised him that didn't already kill himself but that was one thing on his to-do list. Nobody knew about it so there was no one to help him.
Whatsername was Jesus Of Suburbia's girlfriend. Yes, that was her name. No one knew her real name so that's what everyone called her. She was 15, short, and had short black hair with a few facial piercings. She was a strong and smart girl, always helping people and trying to do the right thing. Her goal was to set Jesus Of Suburbia straight. School and books interested her the most. Her grades usually were As and Bs. This usually made Jesus of Suburbia and their other friend, Brad jealous and they let her know about it by picking on her and teasing her.
The last friend of the group, Brad, was also 15 and looked a lot like Jesus of Suburbia. He had longer dark brown hair, and was tall and skinny. He mostly wore ball caps along with his usual shirts with sarcastic comments and pictures of food. He loved food and comedy, always found telling jokes or eating. The reason why he was friends with Jesus of Suburbia was because he had the same problems at school. They met in a counseling group when they were in 7th grade, talking about music, their favorite comedians and their favorite kinds of food.
One day Jesus of Suburbia, Whatsername, and Brad were sitting on a bench at the small park down the street from Brad's house. Jesus Of Suburbia had a pen and a pad of paper in his hands, writing his thoughts down for no one to read but him as Whatsername and Brad were laughing at another one of Brad's idiotic comment. For the last couple of weeks Jesus Of Suburbia was planning on a way to drop out of high school and move to Las Vegas without upsetting his only two friends. He was just so unhappy with school and home. He couldn't take it anymore. Brad and Whatsername had no clue Jesus Of Suburbia was going to do this but would find out soon enough.
Jesus Of Suburbia looked up to see his girlfriend smiling at him.
He was going to tell them right then and there.
He looked back down at his notebook and closed it. Looking back at her, he drew in a sharp breath and opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm going to leave tomorrow."
Brad laughed again.
"And where do you plan on going?" asked Brad.
"I don't know. The city is where I want to go. Anywhere but here would be great."
"Pshh... You wouldn't leave us behind to go live with those idiots would you?" asked Whatsername.
"Yeah actually, I would leave you guys,"
Jesus Of Suburbia sighed and looked back at his notebook.
Brad and Whatsername paused in confusion. Their best friend was going to leave them for what he though was a better life? Why would he want to do that?
"Why though? This dump isn't all that bad." said Brad.
"It is 'all that bad'. I don't want to live here anymore and I don't care who misses me. I don't care anymore!" shouted Jesus of Suburbia.
Whatsername and Brad sat there in silence again as they stared at Jesus of Suburbia. Then the two got off of the bench and started to walk away from their best friend.
Whatsername turned around and said, "I don't know why you want to do this but I hope you know we think it's stupid."
The two walked down the street away from Jesus of Suburbia. He covered his face with his hands and sighed, thinking of what to do, what to pack and how he was going to get to Vegas. It became clear to him that it wasn't the smartest idea ever but he really needed to get away.
"Maybe I should ask them to come with me," he murmured to himself.
Getting up off of the bench, he began to walk home. He had homework to do but that was the last thing on his mind
* * *
Walking into his small, dirty looking house, Jesus of Suburbia crept into his room, hoping his mother and father wouldn't see him.
"Jimmy!" came a loud voice.
Jesus Of Suburbia sighed and opened the door to his room. I guess I forgot to tell you this but Jesus of Suburbia wasn't his real name. It was really Jimmy Andrew Relva and he hated it. Nobody but his parents called him that and anybody but them would know better than to call him by his real name.
"Yeah mom?"
"Where have you been?"
"Like you care"
Jesus of Suburbia's -or Jimmy's- mom walked down the hallway and up to face her son, her face red with anger and her hands in fists.
"What did you say?" she asked through her teeth.
Jimmy sighed again and looked up to his mom.
"I said," he slowly dragged out, "Like you care!"
His mother, Anne, gasped and slapped her son. He rubbed his face where a red hand mark was forming and slammed the door on Anne's face. Anne walked away from his door and into the kitchen. Jesus of Suburbia turned around and leaned against the closed door as his eyes welled up with tears. Angry thoughts raced through his mind as his hands went into fists. School, his parents, his ratty-looking home, and his friends.
"Well, what a nice good-bye," he whispered to himself.
Walking toward his closet, he grabbed a duffel bag and started to fill it with all of the clothes he owned, CDs, and a bottle with some sort of alcohol in it that he had hidden away in the closet.
When he was finished, he opened his door quietly and winced when it made a small creaking noise. Looking around the hall and into each room, he didn't find his parents so he slowly shut the door. Jesus of Suburbia walked over to his window and slowly opened it, once again trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. Once he got it open, he lifted one leg out the window and then the next. Eventually he was outside and looking back at his house. Giving it one last wave good-bye, he smiled and walked toward Whatsername's house.
Chapter 1:
Jesus of Suburbia was just another 15-year-old living in a small town somewhere in Nevada. He was a skinny, tall boy with dark brown hair, usually seen wearing a hat. He hated him family, his town, and just about anything else. He had two true friends and was bullied, beaten up, or picked on at school every day for different reasons. They were usually because he was different. His parents were the type to make their kid clean anything and everything. They hit him on occasion, forcing Jesus of Suburbia not to tell anybody and go on to live another day of it. It made Jesus of Suburbia sick to his stomach that he lived this way and surprised him that didn't already kill himself but that was one thing on his to-do list. Nobody knew about it so there was no one to help him.
Whatsername was Jesus Of Suburbia's girlfriend. Yes, that was her name. No one knew her real name so that's what everyone called her. She was 15, short, and had short black hair with a few facial piercings. She was a strong and smart girl, always helping people and trying to do the right thing. Her goal was to set Jesus Of Suburbia straight. School and books interested her the most. Her grades usually were As and Bs. This usually made Jesus of Suburbia and their other friend, Brad jealous and they let her know about it by picking on her and teasing her.
The last friend of the group, Brad, was also 15 and looked a lot like Jesus of Suburbia. He had longer dark brown hair, and was tall and skinny. He mostly wore ball caps along with his usual shirts with sarcastic comments and pictures of food. He loved food and comedy, always found telling jokes or eating. The reason why he was friends with Jesus of Suburbia was because he had the same problems at school. They met in a counseling group when they were in 7th grade, talking about music, their favorite comedians and their favorite kinds of food.
One day Jesus of Suburbia, Whatsername, and Brad were sitting on a bench at the small park down the street from Brad's house. Jesus Of Suburbia had a pen and a pad of paper in his hands, writing his thoughts down for no one to read but him as Whatsername and Brad were laughing at another one of Brad's idiotic comment. For the last couple of weeks Jesus Of Suburbia was planning on a way to drop out of high school and move to Las Vegas without upsetting his only two friends. He was just so unhappy with school and home. He couldn't take it anymore. Brad and Whatsername had no clue Jesus Of Suburbia was going to do this but would find out soon enough.
Jesus Of Suburbia looked up to see his girlfriend smiling at him.
He was going to tell them right then and there.
He looked back down at his notebook and closed it. Looking back at her, he drew in a sharp breath and opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm going to leave tomorrow."
Brad laughed again.
"And where do you plan on going?" asked Brad.
"I don't know. The city is where I want to go. Anywhere but here would be great."
"Pshh... You wouldn't leave us behind to go live with those idiots would you?" asked Whatsername.
"Yeah actually, I would leave you guys,"
Jesus Of Suburbia sighed and looked back at his notebook.
Brad and Whatsername paused in confusion. Their best friend was going to leave them for what he though was a better life? Why would he want to do that?
"Why though? This dump isn't all that bad." said Brad.
"It is 'all that bad'. I don't want to live here anymore and I don't care who misses me. I don't care anymore!" shouted Jesus of Suburbia.
Whatsername and Brad sat there in silence again as they stared at Jesus of Suburbia. Then the two got off of the bench and started to walk away from their best friend.
Whatsername turned around and said, "I don't know why you want to do this but I hope you know we think it's stupid."
The two walked down the street away from Jesus of Suburbia. He covered his face with his hands and sighed, thinking of what to do, what to pack and how he was going to get to Vegas. It became clear to him that it wasn't the smartest idea ever but he really needed to get away.
"Maybe I should ask them to come with me," he murmured to himself.
Getting up off of the bench, he began to walk home. He had homework to do but that was the last thing on his mind
* * *
Walking into his small, dirty looking house, Jesus of Suburbia crept into his room, hoping his mother and father wouldn't see him.
"Jimmy!" came a loud voice.
Jesus Of Suburbia sighed and opened the door to his room. I guess I forgot to tell you this but Jesus of Suburbia wasn't his real name. It was really Jimmy Andrew Relva and he hated it. Nobody but his parents called him that and anybody but them would know better than to call him by his real name.
"Yeah mom?"
"Where have you been?"
"Like you care"
Jesus of Suburbia's -or Jimmy's- mom walked down the hallway and up to face her son, her face red with anger and her hands in fists.
"What did you say?" she asked through her teeth.
Jimmy sighed again and looked up to his mom.
"I said," he slowly dragged out, "Like you care!"
His mother, Anne, gasped and slapped her son. He rubbed his face where a red hand mark was forming and slammed the door on Anne's face. Anne walked away from his door and into the kitchen. Jesus of Suburbia turned around and leaned against the closed door as his eyes welled up with tears. Angry thoughts raced through his mind as his hands went into fists. School, his parents, his ratty-looking home, and his friends.
"Well, what a nice good-bye," he whispered to himself.
Walking toward his closet, he grabbed a duffel bag and started to fill it with all of the clothes he owned, CDs, and a bottle with some sort of alcohol in it that he had hidden away in the closet.
When he was finished, he opened his door quietly and winced when it made a small creaking noise. Looking around the hall and into each room, he didn't find his parents so he slowly shut the door. Jesus of Suburbia walked over to his window and slowly opened it, once again trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. Once he got it open, he lifted one leg out the window and then the next. Eventually he was outside and looking back at his house. Giving it one last wave good-bye, he smiled and walked toward Whatsername's house.
