"I can't believe that they still have him in the system!"
Caim didn't bother saying anything back to his father's remark; he had learned a while ago that what he said on the matters of his father's upset made no difference.
"They must know that he's a mutant, or at least associated with them. God, our government had gone to absolute rubbish. Caim, are you listening to me? When you vote, make sure that it counts, don't help to elect one of their kind-" Caim didn't look up but he guessed by the rustle of paper that his father had poked the news story with a bony finger. "-or someone else that is only here to steal good Americans' jobs."
So don't elect any Asians or East Indians or… pretty much don't elect anyone that isn't black or white. "Alright Dad," he replied, saying it only to ward off one of his father's rants. His father would surely go off if he thought that his song wasn't conforming to his beliefs, but there was no way in Hell that Caim's ever would. His father was homophobic, racist to everyone but whites and blacks, and he thought that mutants were beyond scum and the crap on the bottom of his boots. Unintentionally, and unknown to his father, Caim went against all his father's disgusts. Caim was gay himself, had been for a little over a year since he turned twelve, and his best friend was an Asian mutant. Had his father known any of this Caim would have been sent off to some remote place in Siberia or somewhere equally isolating for those his father didn't like.
Caim stood without speaking as he ignored his father's dark mutterings. He pushed his chair under the breakfast table with his hip and went to the sink where he washed his cereal bowl and glass.
"Caim?" his mother asked, stepping into the kitchen. Caim looked at her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she pulled her long black hair up into a bun, and nodded. "Yea Mom?" he replied.
"You have your track meet today right?"
Are you going to come? "Yes."
"Well have fun and good luck." She smiled and Caim smiled back. It's better than what Dad'll say.
"Have fun and good luck," his father scoffed. "Win. Show the others that you're the best."
Of course Dad, because everything is about power and status. You want me to win because you know that I'm going up again Asians and East Indians and the rest of them. Yeah, win to show white dominance, I'll totally do that just for you. He looked over at his father and gave him a mock salute. "Yes Sir," he replied military style. This got a chuckle from the balding man and Caim smiled.
"I'll pick you up after," his father said, and Caim's smiled twitched a bit.
Don't. Don't pick me up. Don't do it.
"It ends at five, so I'll be there then."
No. No nononono. "It's ok Dad, I'll just take the bus home like usual."
"No, I'll pick you up. I'm over that way anyway, so I'll just get you."
Please no… "Oh, ok." Caim scratched the back of his head and gave another smile. Don't come. You'll see me with Mia and you'll send me away. Who knows what you'll do to her if you see her. Don't come. It's not like you really care about my meet anyway. "My meet might end early though; I don't know when my events are-"
"You have your cell phone, just call me. End of discussion." His father stood up and brushed toast crumbs off his black suit. Caim's mother passed him his lunch from the fridge and he tucked it into his bag. "I will see you at five, or whenever you call me," he told Caim as he walked past. He kissed his wife on the cheek before leaving.
No you won't. You're not picking me up. No matter what you are not picking me up. I'll fake an injury if I have to. He grumbled darkly in his head as he made his way upstairs to finish getting ready. On his way up he passed his eight year old sister, Melissa, who was sprinting down the stairs so their mom could drive her to school. Caim caught her around the waist as she ran past and kissed the top of her head. "Morning to you too," he greeted. She laughed and squirmed in her arms. "I'm going to be late!" she cried, smiling.
"I think your teacher will understand family time."
She laughed again and he gave her one last kiss before letting go. He waited on the stairs for a couple minutes until he heard his mother call up to him. "We're leaving!" she called. "Have fun at your meet and we'll see you when you get home! Love you!"
I don't get how she married Dad. She's a little racist in her own way, and she's scared of mutants, but at least she doesn't hate them. She's fine with gays… I don't get it.
"Love you!" Melissa added.
He smiled and waved even though he knew they couldn't see him. When he heard the door close he sat on the stairs and ran a hand through the dark hair that had been given to him by his mother. His brown eyes were a mix from both parents, and his nearly paper white skin probably came from both parents as well. Caim personally liked his appearance, though he got picked on for always looking like a ghost. For years he had been planning on dressing up in all white, putting bags under his eyes, and attaching fake chains to his ankles to call himself a ghost on Halloween.
He chuckled at the thought and stood, heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready for his day.
