offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Tuesday 30/06/2009, 14:37

A story about a thirteen year old boy who just wants his life to make sense and break free the bonds of his Christian town and strict mother.

Couldn’t Do It Alone…

Chapter 1: Uncle Rich’s Funeral.

Today was my birthday. It was also the day of my Uncle Rich’s funeral. I hardly knew him. My birthday did not really matter. Despite turning thirteen only happened once and having the pleasure of not wearing a tacky and itchy new suit. My Aunt Gladys had picked it. The moment she saw me within the suit she had tears in her eyes and said I was the splitting image of Uncle Rich. Apparently, it was the same kind of orange plaited suit Uncle Rich used to wear. The moment my Aunt had said that I resembled Uncle Rich in the suit, I had an image of Uncle Rich wearing the same kind of suit in his coffin. I shuddered at the thought, not wanting to resemble a dead person, relative or not.
My mum practically had to drag me on the way to the car to attend the funeral at the town church. I put up a great struggle but eventually gave up. On the way, I kept fiddling with my orange bow tie. The high collar kept on threatening to strangle me and I kept on scratching, which only made the itchiness worse.
“Don’t fiddle with it, Henry,” stated my mother in a disapproving manner as she kept on driving.
Huffing slightly, I crossed my arms in a disgruntled manner and glanced out the window.

(to be continued...)

available MR-Puma Colossus Open Casket
Sunday 22/02/2015, 11:23

@Simon I mean just write a book. I really enjoy this.

offline J amox Titan Open Casket
Sunday 22/02/2015, 19:52

Added Tag smiley

A story with sections 2 years apart smiley

I will read

offline TheOPG Titan Casual Grind
Sunday 22/02/2015, 20:42

Crazy Aussies. Interesting, tho.

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Monday 23/02/2015, 09:35

I hope you all enjoy this story.

(part 63)

I managed to have a quick glance at Jenny’s face as I passed by her section. She appeared to glance down with a guilt-written look as I passed by.
I focused upon the large stage ahead of me. It reached over my own head, the podium making Principal Stokes tallness even more unbearable as I had to crane my neck upwards just to look at his sullen and grim-ashen face. I felt so small that at any moment I imagined he could reach down with his bony hand and squash me flat like an insect. I suddenly noticed I was breathing heavily and I tried to not dwell on things of that nature, no doubt the worst was yet to come and would be more gruesome than what I thought of in my own mind.
It was a mere twenty seconds for me to reach the front of the podium but to me it seemed like an Eternity.
“Do you deny these accusations, Dawson?” inquired Principal Stokes, his face not changing despite his more even tone.
“No, Sir,” I replied rather hesitantly, having no choice but to tell the truth.
It was my only course of action. For my own face would betray me because of the bruises upon it. It was pointless to lie, though probably not for the best. It was no doubt my mum would hear of this and that was what really scared me.
“Did you start this assault?” asked Principal Stokes, his voice back with the edge to it of caution.

(to be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Monday 23/02/2015, 09:36

(part 64)

I looked him in the eyes as best I could, anger starting to swell up inside of me. The adults always blamed either me Tom or the both of us for the troubles of the “youth”, no matter if it was true or not.
“No, Sir,” I said as curtly as I could, trying to curb my anger as his piercing gaze swept over me.
A few seconds passed between me and Principal Stokes. It was unsettling me further as I watched those beady eyes stare right into my own eyes until Principal Stokes broad shoulders seemed to sag with a barely audible sigh escaping his lips.
“Dismissed, Dawson. Back to your seat,” was what he said after a minute of silence, letting go of his gaze upon me as he swept his eyes in front of him onto the podium stand.
At first, I did not believe what Principal Stokes had just said. I did not expect the questioning to end just like that. Nor, I gathered, did the rest of the school assembled behind me in their chairs. A renewed murmuring of confusion swept amongst those gathered in the Assembly Hall. I said nothing more, merely turned and walked back to my seat as instructed by Principal Stokes. I ignored the mutterings and looks that I had gotten as I made my way back to my seat. I know for a fact I did nothing against the school policy and I suspected Principal Stokes knew he had nothing so had to admit himself at a loss and let me go without punishment. D.C.S may be a strict school, but at least it was a Just one too.

(to be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Wednesday 25/02/2015, 11:55

(part 65)

“Well, that was a lucky break, mate,” said Tom to me at lunchtime.
We were in a shaded back area of the schoolyard, Tom having a quick cig break away from the prying eyes of Staff or Upperclass students.
I did not reply to him, merely watching Tom as he expertly inhaled the smoke in a quick puff and exhale it after a second of savouring the smoke within his mouth.
I never really got what the big deal was about smoking. And I dared not to ask any adult about it. Tom only described it as being a lifesaver for his escape from the daily hum-drum life of Dunsville. I tried it once a year ago, but promptly coughed and Tom laughed but he understood and said at least I tried it at least once. None of the other kids even talked to him when he suggested having a “puff at Old Lucifer” as he put it.
After getting no response from me, Tom just nodded his head slightly.
“Wonder what your ma is gonna say?” he inquired and scratched his chin with his free hand as if contemplating his own question.
“More likely she will rant and rave how alike my Dad I am and tan my hide,” I said, fully convinced what I said was likely to be true.
But I left out what I knew would be her screaming at me before getting passed out drunk as usual.
Mum in a drunken rampage I can handle. But when she sobers up, no doubt I would pray to God before the night was through.

(t be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Wednesday 25/02/2015, 11:59

(part 66)

I felt a bit saddened by my own judgement of my mother. I could not find any reason why I was so harsh upon her. Maybe it was because after Dad left she was able to be stricter towards me because he wasn’t there. I knew she wanted me to be a decent child and son, which I was for the most part of my childhood. I felt the sense of growing up so confusing at times and just wanted to stop for a brief pause so I could catch my breath. But as I looked over at Tom and his goofy grin in response to what I thought my mother might do, I knew then and there that it was a time gone and passed, slipped through my fingers like smoke in the wind.
“Well, good luck to ya, Henry Dawson. Glad I ain’t you today,” responded Tom with a sarcastic grin on his face.
I could not help but smile slightly, allowing my thoughts to drift from these horrible thoughts in my mind as Tom’s sarcasm swept me back to good humour in that instant.
“So, I noticed you getting on well with Jenny the other day,” Tom suddenly announced, his stupid grin still plastered upon his face as he parted his lips to take another puff on his cigarette.
I felt myself get slightly embarrassed and could tell Tom knew I was.
“She’s...okay,” I replied as casually as I could whilst sitting upon the bench Tom had his legs upon, his usual sitting position sitting on top of the wooden table the bench was connected to.

(to be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Thursday 05/03/2015, 21:44

(part 67)

Tom puffed out the smoke from his mouth in my general direction, making me cough lightly from the smoke fumes. It was obvious he was dubious about my response.
“Mate, there ain’t no use denying she’s a fine-looking girl, that’s for certain,” Tom stated, almost half in thought to himself.
“Gee, ya think so?” I asked him, getting over my slight coughing fit yet felt my cheeks turn red.
“Yeah, but she ain’t my type anyways,” Tom said, lightly flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the pavement below him.
I knew Tom, he is my best friend. But we hardly ever talked about girls unless we knew no adults or Christian folk were around to give us a good verbal beat down.
“So, what is your type, Tom?” I asked him, though I was just making polite conversation since I already knew.
But, that type of thing never stopped Tom Eccles from speaking his own mind anyway.

(to be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Thursday 05/03/2015, 21:46

(part 68 )

“The kind of girl I’d like? Easy. A girl not scared of anything, a girl with curves that would make an hourglass blush. The type of girl that is mature for her age yet knows not to talk back to me. The long-legged and soft as shade of blue in her eyes ya ever seen, mate. A real looker and yet the devoted type that would not mind me lighting her cigs as she brings me a beer. That type of gal I can call me own and nothing stands in the way of our time together. That and a girl with a decent rack,” finished Tom, whom had probably since the age of ten had been thinking specifically the qualities he looks for in a girl to call his own.
In a way, Tom almost sounded decently poetic as he was describing his dream girl, but usually ended on something crude just to escape from his personal fantasy world as he knew I was listening in.
“So, how about you Henry? Any girl ya got yer eye upon?” Tom suddenly asked me, glancing straight at me that I had to turn my face away slightly as I knew my face probably looked red.
“, not really...” I started saying but found myself unable to speak as I looked up and saw Jenny was walking across right towards Tom and I
I felt my heart racing, my eyes seemed glued towards the figure of Jenny coming towards us that I blocked all sounds except my own heartbeat.
It wasn’t long before Jenny came up towards our table and bench. She seemed to ignore Tom as he continued smoking from his position upon the table.

(to be continued...)

offline SimonW_UM Colossus URBAN MADNESS
Friday 23/06/2017, 19:11

(Part 69 )

“Oh, hey there Jenny. Henry here was just talking about ya,” Tom said, still smirking as I managed to get out of my daze I was in and paid attention to what he just said.
I silently cursed him inwardly and felt my face flush as I stood up from the bench and my attention was drawn back to Jenny looking somewhat uncertain at Tom’s brashness.
“I just came to apologize, for I told Principal Stokes about how you were bullied, Henry,” Jenny said, attempting to brush away Tom’s statement about me as she glanced down as if ashamed at herself.
I suspected as much, but it still made me ticked off that Jenny had done something like that.
“Why’d you do it, Jenny? Let me guess, it’s because of the rules, right?” I said in a mocking tone, almost bitter at my resentment towards the school and town.
Surprisingly, Jenny did not react as I expected. She balled up her fists, as if about to cry then suddenly she glanced up at me with a teary-eyed face before I noticed her swing her right fist to the side of my face. It happened so fast I was knocked to the ground before I had a chance to react.
“That’s the last time I help you with anything, Henry Dawson!” I heard Jenny snap at me before she turned and ran away, leaving me on the ground with a befuddled look upon my face as I held my left cheek with my left hand.

(to be continued...)

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