Picking up from where i left off...
Okay, so Lisa had just left the family. This was a veery difficult time for the family. I believed things to have simply not worked between my two parents, but i didn't konw the beginning of it all. My mother worked very hard to make ends meet. We weren't short on money, but she had a lot of work to do before she could retire to take care of us. i remember spending many nights at her office until midnight while she shredded papers, and did her work. Eventually, she retired. We moved to out new house, unless i already said that. Now, i was under the belief that post retirement, mom would have all the time in the world to spend with us, and to feed us, and take care of us. However, this was not the case. My mom retired under the pretense of mental illness, and on account of her depression. When she quit, her life began it's downward spiral, dragging me along with it. Anyway, i had my own stuff to deal with. After moving i had to make new friends, and fend off enemies. I had my share of playtime battles. I remember one in particular.
It was winter, and my group of friends just didn't get along with this group of black kids. "Gangstas" heh heh. Now, my elementary has a huge pit next to the playground that the kids like to sled down in the wintertime. Now, i don't remember exactly hwo it began, but somehow a fight broke out. It was Tony, Hart, Paul, PJ, Sam, Ben, and I, veersus this other group. We each squared off against someone in our size range. Now, being the biggest at the time, i got stuck with the biggest "gangster" of them all. I don't recall him name, but he was a nasty fighter. It was pretty much snow wr3estling until one of them stepped over the line. While sparring with my opponent, i saw, out of the corner of my eye, one of the black kids jump kick Hart with both legs in his back. Hart toppled. He wasn't even involved. This crossed my boundries, and i rose to defend him. I hit his attacker once in the stomach before my own man caught up with me. He threw me on the ground, and jumped on my head with his boots on. I lay there, bleeding a little, but the adrenaline dulled the pain. I didn't rise though, until he was laughing at me within my reach, Then i let him have it. Right where i'm sure he least wanted it. Wonderful story eh. I guess my past has more surprises than even i remember until i record them.
Anyway, the new school was strange, but i got used to it. Eventually i moved out of the elementary school, and into the middle school. These were the worst years of my life i think. The stage is set. My mom has no job, i had no one to care for me, we both had depression, life was hard.
It was winter, and my group of friends just didn't get along with this group of black kids. "Gangstas" heh heh. Now, my elementary has a huge pit next to the playground that the kids like to sled down in the wintertime. Now, i don't remember exactly hwo it began, but somehow a fight broke out. It was Tony, Hart, Paul, PJ, Sam, Ben, and I, veersus this other group. We each squared off against someone in our size range. Now, being the biggest at the time, i got stuck with the biggest "gangster" of them all. I don't recall him name, but he was a nasty fighter. It was pretty much snow wr3estling until one of them stepped over the line. While sparring with my opponent, i saw, out of the corner of my eye, one of the black kids jump kick Hart with both legs in his back. Hart toppled. He wasn't even involved. This crossed my boundries, and i rose to defend him. I hit his attacker once in the stomach before my own man caught up with me. He threw me on the ground, and jumped on my head with his boots on. I lay there, bleeding a little, but the adrenaline dulled the pain. I didn't rise though, until he was laughing at me within my reach, Then i let him have it. Right where i'm sure he least wanted it. Wonderful story eh. I guess my past has more surprises than even i remember until i record them.
Anyway, the new school was strange, but i got used to it. Eventually i moved out of the elementary school, and into the middle school. These were the worst years of my life i think. The stage is set. My mom has no job, i had no one to care for me, we both had depression, life was hard.