Football and Scat

It was a glorious week before Stan even noticed I was at Herrington. Stan, who was my cousin, treated me more like a little sister then a cousin. When he noticed me I wanted to jump off the roof. That is just what I needed, Stan telling me to watch my step and try to protect me.

"Karyn" he questioned cautiously.

"That's my name don't wear it out" I called out not realizing it was Stan.

He tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. He grinned a huge grin and called over all of his jock friends.

"Everyone this is my little cousin Karyn!"

I could have killed him. I really wasn't happy when he called me "little". I wasn't little anymore; I was just a month younger. His friends drew closer and one of them, I think it was Gabe, tried to touch me. Stan blew up.

"Hey man don't touch her or I'll kill you."

"Stan, fuck off please."

"Karyn watch your mouth, we don't want you to have a dirty mouth."

I was so pissed off at him treating me as if I were a baby! I told him I had to go and I ran away from him. Once I was in the school I wasn't paying attention where I was walking. I bumped into a young man with sleek black hair with a satisfied stoned look upon his face. He smiled at me.

"Who are you?"

"Zeke and you sweetheart" he said slyly.

"Karyn Rosado. Yes I am related to Stan."

"Oh, whatever. Wanna buy some scat?"

"What" I said with a puzzled look on my face.

"Scat. You sniff it up and you are happy for half an hour."

"No thank you."

I walked away thinking what is wrong with these people, are Stokley and I the only sane life at Herrington? I hoped the day would end soon because I was embarrassed and disturbed.