J.A.R., chapter 5
Mike closed his eyes remembering "Mr. Armstrong." His real name was Andrew and that's what all the people on the street would call him. Mr. Armstrong had a jazz band that Billie and Mike used to watch, Jason would always come at the end of practice. He would walk up to the amps that Billie and Mike sat up on, he would scoop up Mike and throw him over his shoulder. Mike would giggle and shriek as Jason tickled him, everyone was so close.
-Flashback-
Mike remembers when it all changed, Mr. Armstrong and Ollie went into the back room, as all the kids gathered in the living room.We all knew that this couldn't be good, exchanging nervous glances as they came back. They both came out of the backroom, tears pouring down there faces, and tried to explain that "daddy" wasn't going to be with us for very much longer.
I didn't want to believe it, he was the only "dad" I had. On his death bed I remember everyone gathered around, all saying there goodbyes after a long visit. It seemed like Mike's last chance to say anything, so as the rest of the group walked out of the door, Mike snuck back. There Mr. Armstrong laid, with a knowing look that said everything.
Mike ran over to the side of his bed and whispered, "I'll miss you Mr. Armstrong...." Mike ran out the door knowing he did the right thing. He still missed him.
-End of Flashback-
Mike sobbed as he ripped the grass from undreneath him, "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?! YOU WERE THE ONLY DAD THAT I HAD..... and you left." Mike whimpered, he would do anything to have him back, he taught him and Billie the true meaning of music, he would be so proud.
When Mr. Armstrong died Jason took it upon himself to be the "father figure" to Mike. He taught him all he knew, he would look out for him, and if Mike did something wrong he would punish him. Mike thought that Jason was trying to replace Mr. Armstrong, so he struggled for a while. Ollie told everyone to forget about what happened leaving many things unsaid, but they had to keep there heads high, for everyone's sake.
Mike continued to pull at the wet grass around him, he felt blindly for the rubbery texture of the grass before he wrapped his fingers around it and tugged it out of the ground. It was the same nervous habbit he always had when he made his way to this place. He sighed, knowing he shouldn't go home. He was going to sleep here that night, in the pouring rain, six feet above his guardian angel.
-Flashback-
Mike remembers when it all changed, Mr. Armstrong and Ollie went into the back room, as all the kids gathered in the living room.We all knew that this couldn't be good, exchanging nervous glances as they came back. They both came out of the backroom, tears pouring down there faces, and tried to explain that "daddy" wasn't going to be with us for very much longer.
I didn't want to believe it, he was the only "dad" I had. On his death bed I remember everyone gathered around, all saying there goodbyes after a long visit. It seemed like Mike's last chance to say anything, so as the rest of the group walked out of the door, Mike snuck back. There Mr. Armstrong laid, with a knowing look that said everything.
Mike ran over to the side of his bed and whispered, "I'll miss you Mr. Armstrong...." Mike ran out the door knowing he did the right thing. He still missed him.
-End of Flashback-
Mike sobbed as he ripped the grass from undreneath him, "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?! YOU WERE THE ONLY DAD THAT I HAD..... and you left." Mike whimpered, he would do anything to have him back, he taught him and Billie the true meaning of music, he would be so proud.
When Mr. Armstrong died Jason took it upon himself to be the "father figure" to Mike. He taught him all he knew, he would look out for him, and if Mike did something wrong he would punish him. Mike thought that Jason was trying to replace Mr. Armstrong, so he struggled for a while. Ollie told everyone to forget about what happened leaving many things unsaid, but they had to keep there heads high, for everyone's sake.
Mike continued to pull at the wet grass around him, he felt blindly for the rubbery texture of the grass before he wrapped his fingers around it and tugged it out of the ground. It was the same nervous habbit he always had when he made his way to this place. He sighed, knowing he shouldn't go home. He was going to sleep here that night, in the pouring rain, six feet above his guardian angel.
