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you know already i lov eall of your writing, adn this is No exception!!!!
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I wasn't allowed to have any pictures of Ryan or his band, Plate Tectonics, in my posession, but I did anyway. I had a small stash in a lock box in the corner of my closet. Inside the box were posters, cutouts from magazines, etc of Ryan and Plate Tectonics.
Whenever I was absolutely sure that nobody was around, I would open the box and look at Ryan. Sometimes I would compare him to me in the mirror. He didn't look like Dad. He looked more like his mom, Alex, than any of us Hetfields.
But then again, I didn't look much like a Hetfield - I looked more like my mom, Francesca. So I figured we at least had that in common!
Cali took ballet, and I wanted to try it. It looked like fun, gracefully dancing across the floor like that. I had also seen the movie Billy Elliot at a friend's house and was deeply inspired.
Speaking of my friends, Cali always found a way to break us apart. I had seen the movie I was referring to at my friend Tracy's house. Since Tracy was a girl, Cali decided to spread a rumor around school that she was my girlfriend. Even if we insisted to people that we were only friends, the strain of the rumors upon us tore us apart. That made me mad, because Tracy had been one of my best friends.
Anyway, I'm getting off subject, aren't I? I was talking about ballet, and knew that boys could be good at it too. Once Cali's dance team was having a "fun class" where friends and family could join in if they wanted to. Of course Cali didn't want me to, but Mom was there watching, and she didn't dare force me to leave in front of Mom.
Marcella was with Dad, otherwise I would have asked her to come to. But I didn't care if I was alone. I stepped out onto the dance floor and began to copy the other dancers.
I was rusty since it was my first time, and I didn't think I was any good. But then the teacher, Mrs. Creston, pulled me aside and said, "That's a really good job you're doing there, young man. You are very talented and I was wondering whether you would like to join?"
I glanced over at Cali. She hadn't heard any of the conversation, thank God. Then I turned to Mom, who was sitting several feet away and watching Cali. She hadn't even bothered to see what I was doing.
"Um, I should ask my mom," I said. I took Mrs. Creston over to where Mom was sitting.
Mrs. Creston told Mom about how I had a flare for dancing.
"Really?" Mom sounded surprised. But when she and Mrs. Creston got talking about it, she seemed to be open to the idea.
"Can I join, Mom? Please?" I looked out onto the floor. There were three other boys there, and even if we would be outnumbered by the girls, I didn't care.
"I'll have to discuss it with your father," she replied.
I groaned. That probably meant a no.
When we got home, Dad and Marcella weren't back yet. I made a beeline to my room and locked the door so Cali couldn't bully me. Then I played bass unamplified, waiting for them to get home.
When I heard the crunch of gravel on the driveway, I looked out the window. There they were.
I squatted down next to the air conditioning vent in my room. You can hear people in the kitchen through that vent when the air conditioning and heat are off, you see.
Dad and Marcella came into the house. I strained my ears as Mom started talking about what happened at dance today.
"Wait a minute - Castor? Dancing?" I heard Dad question. "Dancing isn't for boys."
My face flushed red in anger. He had to ruin everything, didn't he?
"There are three other boys there. Michael, Josh, and Kenneth-"
"Then they're probably gay," Dad said.
I gasped. How could he say that? Cali had already been cruel enough to tell her friends that I was gay. I had had a guy friend named Danny once, and Cali told everyone we were "going together". Of course you can imagine that we didn't last long as friends.
As I eavesdropped on the conversation between Dad and Mom, I knew that my hopes were shot. Dad was getting in the way of my dreams again, just like when I'd wanted to go to the Plate Tectonics concert a few months ago.
I hated him.
Of course, Cali was downstairs and had overheard their conversation. Right away she said, "Don't you guys worry about Castor? What if he's-"
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Dad screamed.
Wow, was he really that much against me being gay? He must have been if he yelled at Cali, his favorite child!
Dad's outburst did not stop Cali from spreading more rumors around the school that I was a flaming faggot because I wanted to be a dancer. That turned any friends I had against me. This was supposed to be the San Francisco area, for God's sake. It was bad enough that they believed it, but even if it were true, did it matter?
Well it wasn't, that was what the worst thing was.
But then something wonderful happened. Somebody stood up to Cali when she was running her mouth about what a queer I was. It happened during lunch, while I was sitting all alone under a tree because Cali had lost me all my friends.
A girl that was one grade ahead of me - and therefore one grade behind Cali - stood up and said, "Cali, you're a real *****, you know that? Don't you have anything better to do than spread rumors? He's your freakin' brother, for God's sake."
Cali's face flamed red. Nobody ever stood up against her. She drew back her fist and slugged the girl in the face.
The girl happened to be standing by a flight of steps and went hurtling down them.
I gasped and rushed down to the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay?" I exclaimed.
She was cute, actually. She was an African-American girl with dreadlocks and dimples when she smiled.
I extended my hand and helped her up. "Um, thanks for sticking up for me," I told her.
"Somebody had to. I sympathize over the fact that you have to live with her." She sounded really smart, almost like a grown-up or something. I couldn't believe she was only nine, maybe ten depending on her birthday.
"Castor, right?" she asked.
Wow! She knew my name! I blushed. "Yeah."
"Mindy Serruca," she said, shaking my hand. "See you around."
"Yeah, see ya." The bell rang, and I watched her as she disappeared into the crowd to go back to class.
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i like this poor Castor having to put up with things like that i dunno some people... another great chapter there can't wait for more and a k's on its way to you too
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I woke up after barely getting any sleep. I couldn't stop worrying about having to go home again. It was already nine in the morning, and I braced myself for the phone call as I took a shower.
The phone call did come - but according to Uncle Kirk, Dad and Francesca would not be able to pick me up until late afternoon. I knew damn well what that meant - they'd gotten drunk the night before and were too toasted to drive back early!
"Adults only" indeed!
"Good - I don't want to go back anyway," my lips uttered before I could stop them.
Kirk looked dead serious. His eyes were bloodshot, and I could tell that he hadn't gotten much sleep either.
Then he turned to face me. "Ryan, I want you to be honest with me," he said softly. "It's been bothering me all night. I want you to tell me what happened to your back, and I want you to tell me the truth."
Oh, ****. How could I do that? I may have only been eight, but I knew too well that if I told my uncle the truth, it might side him against Dad, and end up breaking up Metallica.
"I told you, I can't do my homework right," I repeated myself from the night before.
"What happened to your back?" Kirk's brown eyes bore into mine. He looked sad. I couldn't help but wonder if somebody had ever hurt him - he seemed so wise about the situation.
I couldn't stand it any longer. Nobody had cared until him, and I burst into tears. "I-I can't," I stuttered.
Kirk rushed over to hug me. I cried into his shoulder for what seemed like forever.
"Uncle Kirk, I wish I could live with you forever. But then Dad would get mad and Metallica would break up," I moaned.
"Why don't you want to live with your dad? What happened?" he questioned.
But we were interrupted by the phone. Kirk answered it. "Oh, hi James . . . yeah, Ryan's doing fine. Oh, you want him to go home? Oh, I see. Okay. I'll see you later, then."
He hung up. "Your dad wants me to take you back to your house. Apparently you have homework that you haven't finished."
Damn! I was hoping he'd forget about that. But he hadn't.
Uncle Kirk drove me home. When we got there, I pulled out my homework, and Kirk looked over it with me. It was math.
"I'm not very good at math. I mean, I know this is third grade long division, but it's been years since I've had to do that!" he laughed.
"I'm okay at math," I told him. I solved the problems without the need for his help.
"I don't understand why they're telling you that you're not good with school," he said. "You did great with that homework."
I didn't reply because I wasn't sure what to say.
The homework was done by twelve noon, so we went out for lunch. We ate at a vegetarian cafe, which made me happy. I figured that I should run away from Dad forever, and then I could choose to become a vegetarian.
When we got back to the house, Dad and Francesca were home already. To my surprise, Uncle Lars's car was sitting on the driveway, too. What on earth was he doing here?
Uncle Lars, Dad and Francesca all put together were an evil too many, so I had no choice but to hug Kirk goodbye, thank him for everything quickly, and scurry up to my room. Then I pressed my ear against the air conditioning vent. I could eavesdrop through the vent as long as people were in the kitchen or living room. They were all sitting down in the living room . . .
"I just don't know what to do with him," Dad was saying. "He's just plain dumb. He just doesn't get any of his schoolwork."
"Um, but he does," Kirk softly interjected. "He was excellent with his math homework today."
"His problem is reading," Dad said at once. "He'll be nine in July for crying out loud. He can't read the smallest of words. I'm afraid that he will never get anywhere in life, cos all he can do is play bass. What if he doesn't make it famous? Then what?"
"I think you're worrying too much," Kirk replied. I was glad he was sticking up for me, but Kirk wasn't one to argue, especially not against Dad.
Of course Uncle Lars had a mountain of advice that didn't make any sense. He often flapped his gums without saying anything meaningful.
Francesca ended the conversation with, "Well, I just think he isn't that bright. He can't help that. Did any of you guys see the Raiders game last week?"
And the subject changed - just like that.
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*pounces*
*reads*
*wants more*
lol another excellent update as always!
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As Cali grew stronger in her dominance, my reputation at school only got worse. Any friends that I ever had would be torn down by her. If I had guy friends, Cali said I was gay and had a crush on them. If I had girls as friends, Cali would tell them horrible things, like I had molested younger girls, **** like that.
I already got made fun of from time to time because of my name. People called me "Castor Oil" all the freakin' time, and it drove me nuts!
I once told Marcella at the bus stop that she was lucky that, out of all us Hetfield kids, she didn't have a stupid name.
Cali overheard me. "My name's not stupid! You're stupid!" she shouted from where she was standing with her friends.
I gave her the finger and turned back to my conversation with Marcella. At least she'd always be my friend, but I guess she only was because she was my sister. Then again Cali was my sister and she was always my biggest enemy.
Soon the whole school seemed to be my enemy. It only got worse when they went from calling me "Castor Oil" to just straight out calling me a faggot. The worst person was one of the boys in Cali's gang, Carl Rodgers. He must have whispered "faggot" into my ear at least five times a day. He was a year older than me but was held back to my grade. Even if I couldn't read, at least I wasn't so retarded that I got held back!
Carl had gym, art, and language arts with me. It figured.
One day when we were in line during gym class, waiting to hit a tennis ball that shot out of a machine, Carl was first. I was in the middle of the line. He hit the ball, then turned and started walking to the back of the line. On his way back, he stared me down. I knew he was going to whisper "faggot" into my ear.
Then I had an idea. When he turned his face to whisper into my ear, I immediately whipped my cheek around so that I was facing him. His lips brushed my cheek before he could get the word out.
"Coach Figg!" I shouted at the gym teacher. "Carl just kissed me on the cheek!"
Carl's face flushed red. "I did not!" he exclaimed.
But the kids were already starting to talk.
"That means that Carl's the one who's really a homo," I heard Celeste Jarmon hiss to her friends behind me.
I smiled to myself as the new rumor unraveled itself around the school.
And that was only the first step of my fighting to victory, trust me.
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i hope kirk does something to help Ryan poor baby and as for castor nice one! i really enjoyed those chapters k for you!!
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