Son Of A Gun, chapter 4
It was Saturday morning. The birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. I jumped out of my bed, and opened the window.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed, leaning my head out the window.
The birds all flew away in a large flock. My nostrils flared as I sighed angrily. I looked down, and there was Mrs. West shaking her head at me.
"... Used to be such a nice boy," She murmured to her husband.
Her husband merely nodded.
Nice? I'll show her nice...
Obviously, I'm in a bad mood. Already. The birds, or the demons with wings, woke me up at 7AM. That's not even human to get up that early.
I pulled my head inside, and I slammed my window shut and closed the curtains. I hate sunlight. And I hated old people even more.
Running down the stairs, I tripped on a shoe that carelessly laid on the fourth step. I fell down the remainder of the stairs, landing on my back.
I groaned, and sat up. Rubbing my back, I wondered into the kitchen. My stomach was growling. Looking in the fridge, hoping something may have magically appeared over night.
Guess what? Nothing appeared over night. I guess my magician skills need some work.
Sighing in frustration, I slammed the refrigerator door closed, grabbed my car keys, and wondered out into the sickly bright weather.
I drove around for twenty-five minutes. Being hungry, a picky eater, and a vegetarian on top of that, does not make it easy to find food.
I finally settled on going to the 7-11, and grabbing a bag of chips, and a pop.
Stepping into the store, I spotted Ryan's big head immediately. Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a bag of Doritos, and a root beer, and went to the cash.
"Hey Freak," I heard his voice call.
"Hello," I said gaily. It always made him mad when I acted happy.
Giving me an odd look he said, "Why are you so happy?"
I gave him a smile for a response, and walked out of the glass doors, into my beat up car.
I returned home shortly. I was already bored. I started pacing my living room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I sighed angrily.
"I'm bored!" I exclaimed to myself, throwing my hands into the air dramatically.
I looked at the coffee table. What I saw sitting there immediately caught my attention. A lighter!
"Hmm... " I said, walking over to the table, and snatching the lighter, "It works too!" I replied giddily.
I quickly put my shoes back on, shoved the lighter into my pocket and ran outside into my backyard.
My backyard was medium sized. It had a large tree in front of the kitchen window, and it was fenced all the way around, because we used to have a dog. There was a small metal shed in the far left corner of the yard. It always remained locked... I have no idea what is in there.
I put my hands on my hip, and examined the yard. What could I burn? Squirrel on the fence? Nah... too cruel. Tree branches? Nah. Too seventh grade. Bottles? Nah... pollutes the air... my eyes fell upon my neighbors' house...
"Hmmm... " I smiled mischievously to myself.
I quickly walked over to the fence that separated the houses, and hoisted myself over it. There it was. I picked up the wooden lawn chair, and tossed it over the fence. What? Did you honestly think I was going to burn their house down? I'm not that evil.
"Now all I need is some gasoline... " I mumbled to myself.
I spotted a shovel lying by my mothers' ever-dying garden bed. I picked it up and walked towards the shed. I raised the rusty shovel above my head, and with one quick hit, the lock was broken on the ground.
"That was a little too easy... " I mused to myself, feeling quite proud.
I pried the door open, hearing the door creak on its hinges. Inside, it was like any old shed. It smelled of decaying leaves, and motor oil. Spider webs covered the corners, and random shit was scattered about the place carelessly.
I spotted a big red jug that I presumed to be gasoline. I grabbed it, and hopped back to my "fire pit"
"Time to have some fun!" I laughed to myself, as I emptied the entire container of gasoline onto the stained lawn chair. I grabbed my lighter, and quickly lit the ground. The ground caught fire quickly, and it traveled in a small line towards the lawn chair. Before I knew it, the chair was engulfed with bright orange and red flames. Thick black smoke arose from the chair.
"Burn, baby, burn!" I screamed over the roar of the fire.
I pulled my white t-shirt over my nose, as the smoke was getting to be too much for me to handle.
"What's going on out there!?" I heard my neighbors annoying voice call out though their window.
I rolled my eyes; Adults ruin everything. I vow to never be like them.
"I said, what's going on out here!?" the old bag demanded, glaring at me.
"Nothing, sir. I've got it under control," I replied as innocently as possible.
Unfortunately for me, I don't sound too innocent. He saw right through me.
"Is that my lawn chair!? What in Gods name do you think you're doing!?" He said, as his ugly excuse for a face turned beat red.
I tried to stifle my laughter.
Tried. I really did. Honest...
I cracked up. Loudly.
He looked at me oddly, "Are you going to answer me, son?"
I immediately stopped laughing. This old bastard is not going to call me son. And I mean not.
I marched over to him, and stood at the edge of the fence, looking him straight in the eye. He backed away slowly. I smirked.
"It's a science project, sir. Sorry if I'm disturbing you at all," I said, adding an eye roll.
The old man grumbled something, and returned quickly to his house.
I chuckled. That was amusing for a bit. I returned to my fire. It was starting to die down. So, it wasn't that entertaining anymore. I walked back into my house leaving the chair blazing.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed, leaning my head out the window.
The birds all flew away in a large flock. My nostrils flared as I sighed angrily. I looked down, and there was Mrs. West shaking her head at me.
"... Used to be such a nice boy," She murmured to her husband.
Her husband merely nodded.
Nice? I'll show her nice...
Obviously, I'm in a bad mood. Already. The birds, or the demons with wings, woke me up at 7AM. That's not even human to get up that early.
I pulled my head inside, and I slammed my window shut and closed the curtains. I hate sunlight. And I hated old people even more.
Running down the stairs, I tripped on a shoe that carelessly laid on the fourth step. I fell down the remainder of the stairs, landing on my back.
I groaned, and sat up. Rubbing my back, I wondered into the kitchen. My stomach was growling. Looking in the fridge, hoping something may have magically appeared over night.
Guess what? Nothing appeared over night. I guess my magician skills need some work.
Sighing in frustration, I slammed the refrigerator door closed, grabbed my car keys, and wondered out into the sickly bright weather.
I drove around for twenty-five minutes. Being hungry, a picky eater, and a vegetarian on top of that, does not make it easy to find food.
I finally settled on going to the 7-11, and grabbing a bag of chips, and a pop.
Stepping into the store, I spotted Ryan's big head immediately. Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a bag of Doritos, and a root beer, and went to the cash.
"Hey Freak," I heard his voice call.
"Hello," I said gaily. It always made him mad when I acted happy.
Giving me an odd look he said, "Why are you so happy?"
I gave him a smile for a response, and walked out of the glass doors, into my beat up car.
I returned home shortly. I was already bored. I started pacing my living room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I sighed angrily.
"I'm bored!" I exclaimed to myself, throwing my hands into the air dramatically.
I looked at the coffee table. What I saw sitting there immediately caught my attention. A lighter!
"Hmm... " I said, walking over to the table, and snatching the lighter, "It works too!" I replied giddily.
I quickly put my shoes back on, shoved the lighter into my pocket and ran outside into my backyard.
My backyard was medium sized. It had a large tree in front of the kitchen window, and it was fenced all the way around, because we used to have a dog. There was a small metal shed in the far left corner of the yard. It always remained locked... I have no idea what is in there.
I put my hands on my hip, and examined the yard. What could I burn? Squirrel on the fence? Nah... too cruel. Tree branches? Nah. Too seventh grade. Bottles? Nah... pollutes the air... my eyes fell upon my neighbors' house...
"Hmmm... " I smiled mischievously to myself.
I quickly walked over to the fence that separated the houses, and hoisted myself over it. There it was. I picked up the wooden lawn chair, and tossed it over the fence. What? Did you honestly think I was going to burn their house down? I'm not that evil.
"Now all I need is some gasoline... " I mumbled to myself.
I spotted a shovel lying by my mothers' ever-dying garden bed. I picked it up and walked towards the shed. I raised the rusty shovel above my head, and with one quick hit, the lock was broken on the ground.
"That was a little too easy... " I mused to myself, feeling quite proud.
I pried the door open, hearing the door creak on its hinges. Inside, it was like any old shed. It smelled of decaying leaves, and motor oil. Spider webs covered the corners, and random shit was scattered about the place carelessly.
I spotted a big red jug that I presumed to be gasoline. I grabbed it, and hopped back to my "fire pit"
"Time to have some fun!" I laughed to myself, as I emptied the entire container of gasoline onto the stained lawn chair. I grabbed my lighter, and quickly lit the ground. The ground caught fire quickly, and it traveled in a small line towards the lawn chair. Before I knew it, the chair was engulfed with bright orange and red flames. Thick black smoke arose from the chair.
"Burn, baby, burn!" I screamed over the roar of the fire.
I pulled my white t-shirt over my nose, as the smoke was getting to be too much for me to handle.
"What's going on out there!?" I heard my neighbors annoying voice call out though their window.
I rolled my eyes; Adults ruin everything. I vow to never be like them.
"I said, what's going on out here!?" the old bag demanded, glaring at me.
"Nothing, sir. I've got it under control," I replied as innocently as possible.
Unfortunately for me, I don't sound too innocent. He saw right through me.
"Is that my lawn chair!? What in Gods name do you think you're doing!?" He said, as his ugly excuse for a face turned beat red.
I tried to stifle my laughter.
Tried. I really did. Honest...
I cracked up. Loudly.
He looked at me oddly, "Are you going to answer me, son?"
I immediately stopped laughing. This old bastard is not going to call me son. And I mean not.
I marched over to him, and stood at the edge of the fence, looking him straight in the eye. He backed away slowly. I smirked.
"It's a science project, sir. Sorry if I'm disturbing you at all," I said, adding an eye roll.
The old man grumbled something, and returned quickly to his house.
I chuckled. That was amusing for a bit. I returned to my fire. It was starting to die down. So, it wasn't that entertaining anymore. I walked back into my house leaving the chair blazing.
