Donovan's Mix Part One: Donovan
*Disclaimer* OK, Here we go again. I don't know what to call this chapter yet, but I know that the story is called Donovan's Mix. This is a tribute to Donovan from the movie Only the Strong. It's told from an interesting viewpoint, as you'll find out later, and I hope that you like it. Meagan and Jackie are my guinea pigs, and hopefully they'll like it. I want feedback, and as usual, I don't own anyone good, and these are all going to be characters from the movie. Well, I guess one character is mine. I'm naming that blonde girl that Donovan is sitting by Beckie. Oh, and one more thing. DAMN THAT STUPID STICK!
The alarm clock went off, but Donovan didn't pay any attention. He rolled over and opened his eyes, looking at the wall of his room. Groaning, he sat up, and stared out the window, looking through the torn screen. After a few seconds, he gets up and walks towards the door, wearing only dark blue plaid boxer shorts. Walking down the hallway, he hears his mother's voice yelling at his dad. Sighing he walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. How are you?" They stare blankly, and he realizes that his dad just got home, and is wasted. "Dad? Why are you doing this? Can't you see what this is doing to Mom and me?"
Staring with glazed eyes at his son, Donovan's dad smiles, and drunkenly says "What am I doing boy? You better keep your mouth shut. I am the-" His Mom interrupts. She tells her husband to go to sleep, that Donovan doesn't need to hear it. He is about to say something, thinks about it, and finally stumbles off into the bedroom, slamming the door. Donovan looks at his Mom who is almost in tears.
"Mom, why do you do this to yourself." She looks at the floor. "Dad and you both tell me that things weren't complicated until I was born. That you weren't even going to get married, but then you got pregnant. Maybe that's why out family is how it is." Looking down at the floor, he walks out of the room, leaving his Mom to look after him, wordlessly. After he takes a shower, Donovan gets dressed, and walks back into the kitchen. His Mom is gone, and he hears his Dad snoring in the other room. Grabbing a Pepsi and a poptart, he walks out the door, grabbing his radio in a free hand.
In the courtyard, outside of the school, he meets his friend, Shay, and they talk before the bell rings. Not wanting to be late, but trying to keep his rep for being a "bad boy" Donovan and Shay arrive in class approximately 7 minutes late. The teacher, Mr. Kerrigan is talking about some sort of choice, but only a few are paying attention. Sitting down in his desk in the front row, Donovan plugs in his headphones, and turns the volume on his radio up. Tapping a pencil and mouthing the words, he drowns out everything but the music.
Later, the bell rings and he walks from that class, to the next, and finally to lunch. His whole morning has been productive, at least for him, and he is happy to realize that no one questioned what he was listening to. Looking around for Shay, he sees a group of people clustered around two fighting black men. A younger white man, who talks with a heavy accent has taken a step into the fight. Pulling his headphones down around his neck, he sees Shay and a dealer turned to face this man. He is slightly worried when the white man steps fully between the other two men, and anxiously watches to see what will happen
The man gets pushed by the dealer's guard, and knocks into another guard. Suddenly, the man appears to be flying as he executes a series of kicks, most of which happen while he's in midair. Astonished, Donovan watches as the man knocks everyone down and backs away slowly. All of the teens clustered around the fighting people clap, but Donovan can only stand there, holding his radio. The group breaks up, and later that afternoon, while in gym class, the Principal of Lincoln High walks into the Gym. He speaks with the teacher, and turns to the students.
There are twelve of them altogether, and this class is the worst in the school. The kids in here do not care about their work, they fight often, and are basically loners except for themselves. They stare at the Principal, wondering which of them is in trouble now. Glancing nervously at everyone else, a skinny Italian looking guy named Orlando makes a crack about how dumb the school thinks that the kids are. Smiling warily, Principal looks over the twelve kids.
"You have been chosen to learn the defense art of Capoiara, a Brazilian form of street fighting." Looking confused, Donovan steps forward and asks what Capoiara is. "It's what that Louis Stephens used on that dealer today." Everyone except Orlando and two of his friends look mildly excited. "Your first class will be tomorrow afternoon, this time, at the firehouse across the way. A bus will take you there. " He turns around and walks out of the gym. Later, after that class is over, Donovan walks home with Shay and Eddie, and they're talking about the new program. "Capo-whatsit looks kind of cool, I guess. It'll get us out of that shitty gym class."
The other two boys agree, and they reach Donovan's house. He says good-bye, and walks up the stairs, hoping that it'll be a peaceful afternoon. Smelling something as he walks in the front door, he realizes that it's food. His Mom is cooking dinner, and it smells good. she greets him, and he proceeds to tell her about the program. She listens intently, and when he's done, looks at him strangely. Walking over to him, she asks him if he's feeling all right.
"Why? Because I'm looking forward to something? Because I am a little tiny bit excited?" She tells him that it's exactly it, and he storms off, muttering things under his breath. He flops down on his bed, taking his shirt off, and turns on his radio. Music will help, he thinks. It always does. Drifting away, he thinks about what he wants to do with his life. He isn't into drugs, he doesn't want to be a dealer, and he likes one class, Science. Thinking more then he has in a while, Donovan drifts into a light sleep.
About an hour later, Mom comes in to wake him for dinner. Walking slowly out to the table, he sees his father sitting at down, and he looks away. As soon as he sits down, his father begins to ask him questions. Dinner continues this way, and afterwards, Donovan's dad follows him into his room. They begin to have a Father-Son chat, and after a few minutes, it turns sour. His dad begins to start on him for not being a model student. He nags about his son's grades. Finally, after what seems forever, he gets up and leaves. muttering under his breath about how Donovan should just leave, go somewhere, move out.
Lying in his bed, thinking, Donovan stays awake for a long time. He knows that his Mom loves him, but he can't be sure about his Dad. All he has ever heard is how he should leave, how he's worthless. Drifting off to a restful sleep, Donovan concentrates on the music that's softly coming out of his radio. Tomorrow will be OK, he thinks. It can't get any worse then today. Maybe Capoiara will be fun. That is the last thought he has that night.
*Disclaimer* OK, Here we go again. I don't know what to call this chapter yet, but I know that the story is called Donovan's Mix. This is a tribute to Donovan from the movie Only the Strong. It's told from an interesting viewpoint, as you'll find out later, and I hope that you like it. Meagan and Jackie are my guinea pigs, and hopefully they'll like it. I want feedback, and as usual, I don't own anyone good, and these are all going to be characters from the movie. Well, I guess one character is mine. I'm naming that blonde girl that Donovan is sitting by Beckie. Oh, and one more thing. DAMN THAT STUPID STICK!
The alarm clock went off, but Donovan didn't pay any attention. He rolled over and opened his eyes, looking at the wall of his room. Groaning, he sat up, and stared out the window, looking through the torn screen. After a few seconds, he gets up and walks towards the door, wearing only dark blue plaid boxer shorts. Walking down the hallway, he hears his mother's voice yelling at his dad. Sighing he walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. How are you?" They stare blankly, and he realizes that his dad just got home, and is wasted. "Dad? Why are you doing this? Can't you see what this is doing to Mom and me?"
Staring with glazed eyes at his son, Donovan's dad smiles, and drunkenly says "What am I doing boy? You better keep your mouth shut. I am the-" His Mom interrupts. She tells her husband to go to sleep, that Donovan doesn't need to hear it. He is about to say something, thinks about it, and finally stumbles off into the bedroom, slamming the door. Donovan looks at his Mom who is almost in tears.
"Mom, why do you do this to yourself." She looks at the floor. "Dad and you both tell me that things weren't complicated until I was born. That you weren't even going to get married, but then you got pregnant. Maybe that's why out family is how it is." Looking down at the floor, he walks out of the room, leaving his Mom to look after him, wordlessly. After he takes a shower, Donovan gets dressed, and walks back into the kitchen. His Mom is gone, and he hears his Dad snoring in the other room. Grabbing a Pepsi and a poptart, he walks out the door, grabbing his radio in a free hand.
In the courtyard, outside of the school, he meets his friend, Shay, and they talk before the bell rings. Not wanting to be late, but trying to keep his rep for being a "bad boy" Donovan and Shay arrive in class approximately 7 minutes late. The teacher, Mr. Kerrigan is talking about some sort of choice, but only a few are paying attention. Sitting down in his desk in the front row, Donovan plugs in his headphones, and turns the volume on his radio up. Tapping a pencil and mouthing the words, he drowns out everything but the music.
Later, the bell rings and he walks from that class, to the next, and finally to lunch. His whole morning has been productive, at least for him, and he is happy to realize that no one questioned what he was listening to. Looking around for Shay, he sees a group of people clustered around two fighting black men. A younger white man, who talks with a heavy accent has taken a step into the fight. Pulling his headphones down around his neck, he sees Shay and a dealer turned to face this man. He is slightly worried when the white man steps fully between the other two men, and anxiously watches to see what will happen
The man gets pushed by the dealer's guard, and knocks into another guard. Suddenly, the man appears to be flying as he executes a series of kicks, most of which happen while he's in midair. Astonished, Donovan watches as the man knocks everyone down and backs away slowly. All of the teens clustered around the fighting people clap, but Donovan can only stand there, holding his radio. The group breaks up, and later that afternoon, while in gym class, the Principal of Lincoln High walks into the Gym. He speaks with the teacher, and turns to the students.
There are twelve of them altogether, and this class is the worst in the school. The kids in here do not care about their work, they fight often, and are basically loners except for themselves. They stare at the Principal, wondering which of them is in trouble now. Glancing nervously at everyone else, a skinny Italian looking guy named Orlando makes a crack about how dumb the school thinks that the kids are. Smiling warily, Principal looks over the twelve kids.
"You have been chosen to learn the defense art of Capoiara, a Brazilian form of street fighting." Looking confused, Donovan steps forward and asks what Capoiara is. "It's what that Louis Stephens used on that dealer today." Everyone except Orlando and two of his friends look mildly excited. "Your first class will be tomorrow afternoon, this time, at the firehouse across the way. A bus will take you there. " He turns around and walks out of the gym. Later, after that class is over, Donovan walks home with Shay and Eddie, and they're talking about the new program. "Capo-whatsit looks kind of cool, I guess. It'll get us out of that shitty gym class."
The other two boys agree, and they reach Donovan's house. He says good-bye, and walks up the stairs, hoping that it'll be a peaceful afternoon. Smelling something as he walks in the front door, he realizes that it's food. His Mom is cooking dinner, and it smells good. she greets him, and he proceeds to tell her about the program. She listens intently, and when he's done, looks at him strangely. Walking over to him, she asks him if he's feeling all right.
"Why? Because I'm looking forward to something? Because I am a little tiny bit excited?" She tells him that it's exactly it, and he storms off, muttering things under his breath. He flops down on his bed, taking his shirt off, and turns on his radio. Music will help, he thinks. It always does. Drifting away, he thinks about what he wants to do with his life. He isn't into drugs, he doesn't want to be a dealer, and he likes one class, Science. Thinking more then he has in a while, Donovan drifts into a light sleep.
About an hour later, Mom comes in to wake him for dinner. Walking slowly out to the table, he sees his father sitting at down, and he looks away. As soon as he sits down, his father begins to ask him questions. Dinner continues this way, and afterwards, Donovan's dad follows him into his room. They begin to have a Father-Son chat, and after a few minutes, it turns sour. His dad begins to start on him for not being a model student. He nags about his son's grades. Finally, after what seems forever, he gets up and leaves. muttering under his breath about how Donovan should just leave, go somewhere, move out.
Lying in his bed, thinking, Donovan stays awake for a long time. He knows that his Mom loves him, but he can't be sure about his Dad. All he has ever heard is how he should leave, how he's worthless. Drifting off to a restful sleep, Donovan concentrates on the music that's softly coming out of his radio. Tomorrow will be OK, he thinks. It can't get any worse then today. Maybe Capoiara will be fun. That is the last thought he has that night.