Chris was sitting in his bedroom writing in his journal. Martin came in and smiled, "Boy, I got news."
Chris smirked and snuck the pen in his hair, "Are we going to Los Angeles, city of Angels, in California with Aviva and Laura for the whole summer?"
Martin dropped his jaw, "Are did you know?"
"I knew about it."
Martin smiled, "I guess you did. Okay."
"I'll tell Mom and Dad."
Chris downstairs into the living room. William was sitting in his favorite chair reading the daily news. Linda sat in her rocking chair mending old socks.
"Martin says that tomorrow we are leaving for Los Angeles!"
Linda was first to respond, "No. I can't dare to lose my youngest anymore."
William smiled, "Oh, Linda, dear. Let him go."
"I said no. Chris go back in your room."
Chris turned away and said, "Can I at least go outside?"
"Yes, but be back by dinner."
Martin had already left for his dome in college. Chris also was a student, but his mother made complete sure he was in her sight. He went outside to his favorite and only tree in his yard. He stood in front of it and sighed,
"Why does it seem like
I am empty servant?
Staying within the sight
of their masters.
"I feel so worthless
staying here
No way to go
No way to shine."
Chris starting climbing as he sang his song,Chr
"I have to show
my affections
I need to find my way!
I belong out there
Where my family once stayed.
"I know I don't belong in the forest,
I belong at Maine...
"But what am I supposed to do
Sitting here day by day!?
"I will show that I am worthy
"I will show I care!
Tell me my fate
if thou canst tell!
I will my chances, stay where I belong!
Chris sat on his branch,
"But how can I show
my mother
That there is more to me
than pain and misery?
"I'll show my way."
Chris sat in his tree for the entire afternoon, bummed out by not going. He stayed there 'til his mother called him in for dinner. He felt horrible as he climbed down from the tree and entered the house. He sat quietly in his chair as the family began to eat.
William noticed Chris was not in a good mood despite of not going with his brother. He smiled, "Linda, you know Martin never has much time to be with Chris. Well, perhaps, maybe this trip may bring the brothers closer."
"William, stop talking about it. Chris has been hurt many times. I can't lose my son."
William looked at Chris, who still wasn't eating. He just sat playing with his food.
"Christopher, eat your dinner!"
Chris sighed and did, very slowly. He sat up and felt his heart break. He looked at his mother in a sore glimpse, "Please, Mom?"
"Chris, I said no!"
William shrugged his shoulders at Chris. Chris answered, "Well, I'll call Martin and let him know that I can't go."
He got up and went to the phone and dialed Martin's number. The phone was answered immediately, "Hello?"
"Hey, Martin. It's Chris."
"Bro! You coming? The principial, Aviva's dad, is going to get the tickets -"
"Mom said no."
"What?"
"I said Mom said no."
"What? Why?"
"She can't dare to lose me again."
*laughs
Chris frowned, "Martin, this isn't funny."
"No bro, that's Aviva's dad. He heard what you said."
"But its not funny."
"Chris, sonny boy. Come on. My daughter's excited in being with you."
"Oh great, I forgot! I mean, no. I can't."
"My daughter's not going to have the 'best vacation ever' without her favorite, lovely boyfriend."
"I just can't! Dad!"
William took the phone and talked the Michael Sr. Linda finished her dinner and washed the dishes. Chris quickly finished his so he could help. As he finished, William came back in the kitchen, "Chris, Linda. I got news. Chris IS going to Los Angeles."
"What?"
Chris said, "Dad!"
"Never mind. You can't possibly let your girlfriend down."
"Aviva is not my girlfriend."
"Yes, she is."
"Dad..."
"After all, it will be double fun because of her and your brother."
Linda put the dishtowel down, "Fine. I guess Chris could go."
Chris was shocked, "What?! Am I going deaf!? You said-"
"I know. Go ahead, honey."
Chris was so excited. William smiled, "You better get your things packed, young man. Tomorrow's the flight."
Chris ran upstairs and got his things ready as excited as a bee in a field of honey.