Suddely Crazy:
Chapter 1:
I hate my life. Everything is all wrong. I wish I could've planned it out, like the videogames I so enjoy, instead of my lame, inexcusable parents.
First off, of course, is my name problem. Who in their right mind names their son Leslie? It's a girl's name! Even if it used to be a boy's name, it's not anymore!
Second, I was born on the worst possible day to be born on; Christmas. I know it may sound appealing, with all your relatives there to give you presents, but it stinks, big time. Instead of giving me more presents, they give me 'counts for my birthday and Christmas' presents.
Thirdly, I live in the most boring place in the world; Mokena Illinois. Nothing EVER happens here. If there's a tornado warning, I don't even bother going into the basement. It just goes around Mokena like it's being repelled or something. There's almost no crime at all here. The most we ever have is drunk driving, and they're caught within the hour.
If I had the power to control my own life, things would be different.
"Lee… Lee… Lee!" I looked up to see Brye's face, looking at me angrily. "Are you listening to me?"
"'Corse, why wouldn't I be?" I lied.
"Then what'd I just say?" He asked, looking triumphant already.
"Are you listening to me?" I said.
"What?" Brye looked confused. "Answer my question!"
"That's the last thing you said." I remarked, snickering to myself. Brye was my (annoying) friend. He always had to be the one controlling the conversation. I can't say I didn't like him, cause he was my friend, but man did he annoy the hell out of me.
He hit me with a 'you're a tard' look, and I promptly ignored it. We were sitting in my room, hanging out.
That's our definition of hanging out; sitting and talking. We never really did much. After all, there wasn't much to do in Mokena.
You could drive to 7-11 and buy a monster, but neither of us had money (or paying jobs) to pay for a monster.
You could go to a high-school football game, but those were crowded and unnervingly full of people I hated, so we stayed away from them.
Though today was a little different. We were waiting for the mailman to deliver. You see, even though I was in fact 23, I was still living at home with my mom (as was Brye with his). I had filled out the paperwork to buy an apartment of my own nearly three weeks ago, and they said they'd send the keys and info through the mail (weirdoes).
They had called prior that day. "Is this the Harfford residence?" They asked.
"Yeah, who's this?" I demanded.
"This is Mary Hope real-estate calling to inform you that your Informational packet and house-keys should be arriving in the mail today."
"Sweet!" I exclaimed before roughly hanging up on the recorded message.
Now it was 1:00pm, and the mail truck was pulling up next to my mailbox. I saw it through the window, the quickly flung the door open and ran outside. I ripped open the lid to the mailbox and removed its contents.
I shuffled through the mail to find my paper.
"Bill, bill, mom, bill, Jeff (my brother), bill, junk, junk, ooh my magazine…" I continued through the rather large pile of envelopes. "Yes! My keys!" I found the correct envelope and quickly tore off the top, revealing the papers inside.
I held the keys in my hand like a rare gem. They were the keys to my first apartment. The keys to my freedom.
I'd be living in the city, the place where things are happening all the time. There were always places to go, things to see. The city, where the crime rate broke new boundaries every day. The city, where there was always a gay-bar open, at any hour of the day.