I always knew her family didn’t like me but we’ve been together for a year now. I’d have thought that they’d have adjusted to the fact that Kalisha and I were a couple. But based on what happened tonight
I guess not…..
Why do they hate me! It’s not like I’m on parole for selling crack on the street! It’s not like I’m a drug dealer! I’m a drummer in a steady rock band, I do good in school, I respect my dad and brother, I’m in good health and I treat my girlfriend unbelievable loyalty well as I consider her the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t know whether they think I’m not good enough for her or whether they think I’m on drugs because I’m in a rock band. Ha! The most “hard core” thing we’ve ever eaten is extra sugar popcorn!
Now I’m power walking down the street ranting in my mind about those awful people. Aaarrrghh! Just because they work in “insurance” and “politics” ,and all that other dead from the neck up crap that snobs work in, they had to attack me about my dad and the fact that my dad owns a music shop! They think that music is frivolous and a waste of time when you could just count how many pens you own or how many clients walked in with a bowtie on last week!! I think its pretty cool that my pop has a music shop. I stop and work in the percussion section sometimes at the shop to make a little extra cash, and I like to practise on the electronic drum kit in the back. My band some times comes and practises in the back as well.
We’ve got Corey, bass and vocals. Terry, rhythm guitar and vocals. Darren, lead guitar and vocals and finally me, Logan, on the drums. I’m a grade 7 as of last week. My band so far has done 2 main gigs and we rocked them both!
As I’m turning onto black wood road, I hear a voice calling my name. “Hey Logan wait up!”
It’s Kalisha. I keep walking.
Eventually she catches up with me.
“I’m so so sorry Logan. They said they would be alright and on their good behaviour tonight!”
“For people like them that was good behaviour! All we need to do is add a cape, fangs, hood and blood trickling down their neck and then we’ve got mildly unpleasant behaviour!” I shout.
“I know. You must be so mad. I’m really sorry.”
“For what! For the way your dad attacked me about me being in a band so that must mean I’m a mugger! Or the way they made my dad sound like a meth-addict on the street!! Hey! Don’t worry about it!! That happens right! Anyway how do you even know about this? You were in the bathroom when they started on me.”
“They just confirmed it after you left. I hate them for doing this! I’m so sorry Logan. You don’t ever have to come round and see them again. You’ve met them and that’s enough. Ok?”
“I will see them again you know. I can’t avoid them!” I say “ you’re my girlfriend! They’re your parents! There bound to show up again!
“Yes you can!” she says “You’ll never have to see them again! I’ll make sure that your paths never cross.”
“What if you come to a huge party and your parents come as well” I protest.
“Then we’ll hide and run when they come our way if necessary”
“What if they come into school? It’s a small school. I will see them!” I argue.
“Then you can hide behind a bookcase” she says.
“What if we are in the same building and we take the same elevator!” I argue.
“Then you can pretend to examine the wall and hum really loudly.”
She says while smiling.
“Ok?”
I sigh. When she looks at me and smiles, all anger seems to fade away.
“Ok.”
“Good. Are you alright now. Do you wanna to go somewhere?” asked Kalisha
“No I’m ok. I just needed to vent. I’m OK now. Il see you tomorrow” I says
“Hey” she says stroking my arm
“Are we ok?”
I look at her. She really is beautiful. The moonlight bounces of her long red hair. I remember when we first met.
It was at my bands first concert. After we walked off the stage (to thundering applause) she came up to me and started talking to me about our music. And I know I was the one who mocked the play “Romeo and Juliet” for being so ‘lovey dovey’ but this really was love at first sight.
“Yeah we are.” I kiss her and stroke her hair and whisper in her ear.
“I’ve always liked your hair long. Don’t you dare get it cut”
She smiled and kissed me back.
“I’ll see you tomorrow after band practise at my dads shop.”
“Ok.” She says standing still, watching me walk away.
“Bye” I say. I’m nearly at the end of the block and she’s still standing there.
I wonder how long she will wait there in that spot before she can go home feeling ok about everything.
END CHAPTER
By Drummerboyb. (please tell me what you think.)
