Three Small Words

This came from a dream i had way back when, so i hope that you like it and i would like to point out that anything in the ::"Is character speaking different language."::


Three Small Words

Today was just one of those days where you wish that you didn’t exists, it was one where if there’s a chance that things will go from bad to horribly worse, that they would. Well that was my day, my name is Cecil Reece and I’m different from the rest of the students at my high school. My mother, Melina Reece, was born in this strange tripe and so was I and my elder brother, we have a natural sliver color for our hair that everyone seems to think is dyed, but its not. My hair looks a lot like my grandmothers and in our tribe it against rituals to cut hair especially when it grows as long as mine has; which would be all the way to my ass. Anyway, we lived in our tribe happily together until my father Andrew Jakson, my step-father from the city, wanted to be with us but would not subject to living with nature in wooden homes where everyone speaks a different language that he didn‘t understand. He married my mother in our native ritual and then brought us to his city where he married her as he says “the correct way,” with a big wedding that had many people that we didn’t even know.

So when I was six I was brought from a place that I had come to know and love to a place where I wish I had never been forced to see. My father was only to happy to see me dressed in clothes that as he said would fit my personality and body. One of the main reasons I hated the city was because my grandmother was not there with me and there were many occasions where I would try and return to her. My bother Sage Reece, would sometimes try and escape anywhere and anytime that he could. The moment that he turned 18 he was gone and he tried to take me with him so that we could go back to our tribe. However, my step father had other plans and my brother had to leave by himself, though I don’t think he went back home. It wasn’t long until I was in high school having to deal with incompetent people who felt better making someone else fell worse.

Today was just one of those days, though I have learned how to ignore them, yet they seem to get more annoying after a while. A wad of paper came out of nowhere and hit me in the head I just closed my eyes tightly cursing the person who threw it. I was sitting in my first class, in the usual school uniform of white dress shirt, black tie, and black pants and my hair braided and hanging off the side of my left shoulder; only because when I was in elementary school a jerk cut off half my braid with his scissors. I left the room and ran all the way home with tears in my eyes; that person Greg Squeaks. Now the captain of the football team and everything else that falls in the category of the school’s main jock.

Well I was sitting at my desk in the very last row where I usually sat, with the guys that always wore black chokers around their necks, when Greg, who usually sits in the front, comes back and sits in the seat next to me; like I wanna talk to him. All the Goths usually sit in the back with me and knows that I usually just keep quiet when someone teases me. So when he sat down they all glared at him and dared him to say something that would upset me, it was like having an army of savors, there’s always one just around the corner. He just stared as if I had a sign on my face that says, look over here I’m the foreign kid with no friends, and then he says, “You good in this class right, cuz I could use some tutoring and the teacher told me to ask you.” I just stared at him for a moment, how could he possibly think that I would want to help him of all people. The leader of my annoyance, the person that made me hate this county more than my mother or father would have liked. So I just said,

::Sorry I don’t speak English.::

He looked at me like I had horns sticking out of my head, all I did was say I don’t speak English, well he obviously doesn’t speak my native language. The Goths that were sitting around us just started smiling some of them laughing behind their books others just glaring at him. I had taken some time to teach them a few words of my native language, I gave up after I realized that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with it. He looked surprised for a moment before he finally found his voice and said softly and slowly like I wouldn’t understand.

“Sorry I didn‘t catch that, can you say it again?”
::“Sorry I don‘t speak English.”::
“Come again?”

The Goths sitting near me started to lean in a bit waiting for an signal that they could jump him for coming in the back. I just smiled as he stood from the desk and walked back over to his original desk and his best friends were looking at him strangely. Class went on as it usually does and I simply took notes, I never raised my hand to any of the teachers’ questions, I figure I show her what work I can do on paper I don’t need to present it, I don‘t even see why my mother made me go to this stupid place anyway. When class was over I walked quickly to my locker and changed the books I had, just as I closed my locker I noticed that Greg was walking up to it. I quickly ducked behind some guy that was wearing an intensely bright silver shirt so to make a terrible statement about school uniforms. I hid on his side while Greg stopped at my locker looking for me, the guy was big enough to make it look like I had disappeared. I was pushed by some cheerleader chick and all of my books that I was holding fell on the ground, she just looked down at me before stepping on my books and walking away.

I tried to quickly picked up my scatter books, with a random Goth girl helping me, but neither of us were quick enough to save my journal. I often bring it to school for the sake of my mind melting and falling out of my ears because of these intensely boring classes. That wasn’t the worst part, oh no, the person who had to wrap their evil little fingers around it was none other than Greg Squeaks. It’s not like I write any personal things in it I just write anything that seems to be streaming out of my mind, I tried to grab it from him but he moved his hand up. He’s taller than me by a head so this task proved to be more difficult than it should have been. He opened it and started flipping through the pages. I quickly tried to take the book from him again and he just moved his hand out the way, he stopped on one the pages which I could tell what it was because I know my books by heart my poem for my parents’ anniversary.
“What is this?”
::“Give it back!”::
“I‘m sorry I really have no idea what you just said.”

My teacher came out of the class room and looked at the two of us and then pulled me away from him, luckily my teacher is my uncle, but it really doesn’t help in the language department. My uncle looked at me and then at Greg, he didn’t see what the problem was, I really hate the man sometimes.

::“My journal, he has my journal! And he‘s reading it, he won‘t give it back!”::
“Cecil, your going to have to slow down and speak in English, what‘s the problem.”
“He won‘t give me back my god damned journal!”

I said loudly, everyone in the hall turned to look at me; Greg even pulled his eyes away from my book to look at me. My uncle Sidney Jakson looked at me in shock. Never has he heard me use such language, he turned to Greg and asking him for my journal, once it was in his hands he gave it to me. Then held the door open expecting me to go into the class, I walked away instead and came back to my locker, I threw all of my books in there except my journal. I grabbed my bag and headed for the nearest exit, unfortunately for me I don’t have a car so I had to walk about nine blocks before I reached home I usually rode with my uncle. However, I had no intention in going there so instead I took a different route that would lead me through my favorite park.

I walked up to a bridge that led in three different directions, to the main park where the swings are, an area where people usual camp out at, and an area where there’s a walk way and trees everywhere and that‘s the path that I decided to take. I walked to the middle where there’s a large tree, I placed my bag next to it and I grabbed some of the leaves that lay around the tree and moved to where I intended to sit. This is an old tradition for my grandmother and I, we would take the leaves from the tree and make a circle around ourselves then take a flower made of the element of our power and force it to grow. Its supposed to protect me from any harm, I sat in the circle and concentrated for a moment with my eyes closed. I sensed a barrier form around me, I opened my eyes and looked up to see that there was a blue rose in full bloom sitting in front of me. I grabbed my bag and pulled out my journal and a pen, I began writing words that would fly from my mind, thoughts of my grandmother and our tribe.

After a while of writing I could have sworn that I heard movement, but I didn’t bother to look up from what I was doing. Though I had my protection from anything physical it doesn’t stop sounds from entering, so when Greg, who is becoming determined to get help for a class, spoke my name, I was forced to hear it. I jumped at the sight of him and held my journal to my chest, I didn’t want him to see it, he looked at the flower that stood in front of me.

“Did you plant that?” He asked.
::“What do you want? You‘re becoming a pain in my ass.”:: I answered back.
“Ok, enough with the strange language I know that you can speak English and apparently so does the rest of the school.” He said sternly.
“Leave me alone!” I said loudly.
“See I knew that you could do it.”
::“Asshole!”::
“Look I know your still bitter about the thing with your hair a few years back…”
“Go away.”
“Can I sit or are you going to have a heart attack...”

Greg went flying before he had the chance to hear the warning that I was about to give him, okay maybe I would have given it to him after he got blasted, he looked up from the ground and then stood dusting himself off. When I was sure that he wasn’t too hurt I couldn’t help but start laughing at him, he just crossed his arms and looked at me. He walked over to me again though keeping a good distance, “What the hell was that?”
“Nothing.” Okay so I didn’t plan on telling him anything, who cares.
“Well as nice as it is to hear to laugh, I would like to know how I got from there to there though?”

I stopped laughing and brought my knees up to my face and covered it behind my journal, Greg looked at me and then sighed. “Your parents are looking for you.” I looked at him and then looked at my watch, shit he was right, there was no way that I could get home in good time to get to work. I stood quickly and grabbed my bag, I threw my journal and pen inside before turning to the flower that still stood proudly. ::“Thank you.”:: I said to the flower and then stood watching as it disappeared into little specks of light that circled me before vanishing. I started walking out of the park and stopped when Greg grabbed me, “If you need a ride, I have a car.” He said.

“What do you want?” I asked, turning on him suddenly.
“Nothing, but if you don‘t want the ride.”

He said as he walked past me to the entrance of the park, “Fine, whatever!” I followed after him and he led me to a parking lot that was across the street. He opened the passenger door before I had the chance to and held it open, I looked at him for a moment before getting in. He ran to the others side and got in the drivers seat, then turned the car on and we were off down the street, I kept checking the clock to make sure that I wouldn’t be too late. Once we arrived near the house I already had the door open and the moment he stopped I jumped out the car. “Don‘t go anywhere.” I said and then ran into the house with my bag, I quickly put my key in the door looking at my watch, I only had about three minutes to get there.

I ran up to my room and threw my bag on the bed, my younger sister, Sissy Jakson, who adopted my father’s features was sitting on the bed holding my work uniform. She smiled at me before handing it to me and skipping out the room, I followed after her and ran down the stairs with my keys in my hand. My mother stood in the front yard talking to Greg asking him questions, I ran past her and grabbed Greg’s arm, pulling him over to the car. We both got in and he drove down the street quickly and came to a stop at a large coffee shop on the corner of the outskirts of the main city. I jumped out of the car and thanked him before walking in the shop the minute the bell rang.

My boss looked at me and smiled, she was strict but she’s kind, “Go change.” I ran into the back and quickly changed my clothes before anyone had the chance to come in. I grabbed my note pad and my apron, if there was one thing that I like to do during the day, it would be here serving people. They always ask about my hair and sometimes I would have a few girls that would usually come in just about everyday and today was no different.

“Hello ladies, what can I get for you?” I asked.

I instantly recognized one of the girls to be new and the one that had knocked my books out my hand, she smiled evilly. Now that I think about it, she’s Greg’s girlfriend, she was formulating something in her mind and then turned to the menu.

“This is all the coffee you serve here? What do you recommend?”
“I personally like the vanilla coconut.” I said.
“Well, isn‘t that interesting, my boyfriend had told me earlier that you speak a different language. Yet I understand you perfectly well, I must be speaking that language to.”
“Not really.”
“Oh, then say something nice about me in your language.”
::“Son of bitch, pain in my ass!”::
“OH! What did you say?”
“You smell of sweet flowers and roses.”
“How lovely.”

Greg came in and sat next to his girlfriend, “Do you mind?” he said to me, I just rolled my eyes and walked over to another one of my tables. Everyone within hearing distance jumped when Greg’s girlfriend screeched loudly, “What!!!” the whole room went silent as the girl got up and walked out the restaurant. I scratched her order off my pad and then sighed as the other girls left as well, I scratched off the table all together and walked back to where the bar was. Greg just sat there staring at the ceiling, before he just put his head down on the table, I turned my gaze to the next table that I was supposed to waiting on.

It was night when I finally got off of work, I paid no attention to Greg, who had bothered to waste his entire afternoon waiting for me. When it was time for me to go he was sitting where the coffee study area was located on the side and he was sleeping. I shook him and watched as his eyes began to open he looked at me and then smiled for a moment before standing and stretching.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

I’m not sure what it is that he wants but I’m starting to get use to him being around me; I just nodded and followed him to the car. He opened the passenger door again and waited for me to get in, I swear he’s annoying with the ‘dude looks like a lady’ thing. The ride back to my house was long and boring, I found that I couldn’t stay awake much longer and fell asleep. Whether this was a bad or good thing I’d have to find out when I wake.


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