Rejection
"You cannot go out alone, Jason!", his mother snarled back at him "It is much too dangerous out there for you to be out at night by yourself!"
"Then you go with me.", Jason muttered defiantly.
"I am sick, Jason!" his mother shouted back as she coughed, as if on cue, " You are only 11 years old, how can you expect me to allow you to go to this 'party' without meeting their parents first."
"They ARE good people!", he shot back "Who are you to judge whether they are good or bad!?"
"Because of this!", she said with tears in her eyes, reaching for the coffee table and throwing an old newspaper article in his way.
"What's this?", Jason asked, skimming through the article carelessly. "Martha Stewart sued for food poisoning?"
"Don't be smart with me Jason! That horrid headline!" she pointed with her other hand over her mouth. "Maybe that article will make you aware of what kind of people are in this world."
Jason skimmed the article a little more carefully now until he saw the headline he seemed to have missed. It was in huge bold letters that seemed to irritate his eyes slightly. He looked down the newspaper to see a picture of an innocent looking little girl, almost staring at him from the article. She was beautiful. She seemed about 9 or 10 with bright red hair and deep green eyes. "What could be so horrid about her" , he thought to himself.
Interested, he now read the headline and immediately dropped the article and covered his mouth like his mother, as if the article was poison. Across paper read:
"Uncle Molests Child on Birthday"
"Wha-what happened to her." Jason said with feigned calmness and unnerve in his voice, as if he didn't already know the answer to his question.
His mother just stared at him, trying to push away her unease with the satisfaction that she made a point to her son. She firmly said emotionless "She was sexually harassed by her own uncle on his 40th birthday. I am sure see my point now."
Jason, filled with pity for the innocent little girl, tried to remain firm upon the matter. "She was careless.", his stomach filled with pain and guilt as he uttered these words "I am sure that my friends parents are nothing of that sort."
His mother was now infuriated with him, her faced shot a glow of crimson when a single cough brought her skin tone back to normal. "JASON! That is not the point! You will not go to the party and that is final! You will soon realize that I am only doing this because I care about you!"
Jason, now equally infuriated, responded rudely to his mother "Then why don't you spend more time caring about yourself!" He paused for a moment "And less time on me."
"Jason you will---"
Her son interrupted her before she could finish that threat. "I am going to that party tomorrow." He glared at her, trying to back her down, "And you cannot stop me."
"The hell I will!" she shouted madly
"SHUT UP!", he shot back at his mother and stormed out of their living room and up to his own room.
He could hear his mothers shouts coming up towards his bedroom and on instinct he locked his door defiantly. His mother pounded repeatedly for 5 minutes, until she seemed to have backed down once and for all and went downstairs. Jason rested on his bed triumphantly. " I can't wait till that party!", he yelled aloud.
He tried to rest, still filled with pride that he had out shouted and defied his mother, but he tried this to no avail. She seemed to be coughing a lot during that night and it was keeping him awake. Jason thought quietly to himself "Hmm, I wonder why she had been looking so pale all week? Oh well, she is probably just trying to get my attention so I can back down and come out of my room and apologize." Jason grinned "Too bad she doesn't know that I will never give in to her." Jason went calmly to bed.
It was finally Thursday and Jason couldn't wait to go to school and tell his friends that he could go to the party. He arose from his bed and ironed his uniform quietly. Jason was not like most boys his age. He was much smarter than most of the people around him and had already surpassed one grade level. Most of his relatives thought this was a great thing and his mother had never given it a second thought when he gave her the permission form to be tested. However this would ruin his social life. Most of the children in his class hated him and often pushed and made fun of him. If he had not been so intelligent, it might have been very hard for him to learn and keep up, but one way or another he managed. It had been so hard the last 2 years, the same people seemed to stay with him all the time in his classes and thus the teasing and bullying never really stopped. He was so surprised that someone as popular as Timothy Banker was inviting HIM of all people to his 12th birthday party. He had always called Jason a conceited nerd and often got his friends to push him around and sometimes sent him to the Nurses office in tears.
Jason approached his mirror and adjusted his navy blue tie under his collar. He wasn't hideous. He was fair size, slightly above what one would call 'scrawny', he had mysterious violet eyes and jet black hair with natural red highlights. He was also very pale and quiet. He could never really call himself a nerd or a geek. And he definitely couldn't call himself conceited. Jason merely had 'anger problems'. He had this obsession with winning all the time. Sometimes adults would come up to him and say he must have been the perfect little boy and that they wanted children just like him, but he was sure they were wrong about that much. Jason, like many others in his family, had a dark side to him. He loved revenge and somehow he would keep these animalistic urges contained so long within him, that he could explode sometimes. Only close family knew of this side.
Also like many children in the world, Jason lacked male role models. His mother and father had divorced when he was young. His father had often beaten his mother, sometimes in front of Jason, but his mother seemed more keen on divorcing him than reporting him. He hadn't seen him in almost 4 years. He had always secretly longed someone masculine and overly-confident to be his role-model. He sure needed the confidence.
Jason was finally in his uniform with his teeth brushed and all. He was surprised now that his mother didn't try knocking again to bring him his breakfast. Jason didn't care. He loved his mother, she had never really "wronged" him in any way, but he was just too obsessed with winning and being on top. The coughing his mother seemed to produce during the night had somehow disappeared, but Jason simply saw this as less trouble for him. He opened his bedroom door, went down the stairs, grabbed a cold poptart, and marched out the door.
School was pretty much normal, he had almost forgotten completely about the newspaper article and his mother now. He was even starting to forget about the party, but that didn't last long when Timothy approached him with his maroon jacket slung across his shoulder.
"Jason, you are going to be able to come to my party aren't you?" He asked slyly with a grin giving the impression he really didn't care what Jason's answer was.
He paused for a moment, and then remembering the party ,Jason quickly responded "Of coarse, Tim! I can't wait. Really!"
"Its Timothy.", he sneered rudely.
Jason blushed and quietly mumbled 'sorry'. It was enough that Jason was actually having a conversation with a student at school, but it was Timothy of all people. He really wanted him to be his friend. Jason wiped the crumbs off of his face with his jacket and sat down as the bell rang.
It was history time. Boring as usual to everyone around him, but Jason had always found American history quite intriguing.
The teacher spoke under-enthusiastically. "Can anyone tell me what year was the Proclamation made that said colonists could not cross the Appalachian mountains.
Jason quickly raised his hand. So did Timothy…
The teacher tried to ignore Jason, she knew he already knew the answer, but his abrupt hand waving seemed to sway her to just call on him. "Yes, Jason?", she sighed.
Jason's attention quickly shifted to Timothy who gave him a nasty look as he was about to answer.
"Umm…", Jason stalled. "the proclamation of…", he stared back at Timothy who was very displeased. "1768", he sighed.
"That is corr--", The teacher suddenly realized what he just said, almost puzzled at Jason "I'm sorry Mr. Collingsworth. That is incorrect." The class turned their heads to a blushing Jason "Timothy, you were up next. What is the answer?"
"1763!", Timothy said proudly. The class now turned their heads to him. Jason sat back in his chair. Almost ashamed of himself. He knew the answer, but he wanted Timothy to be happy with him. He felt a sick sort of a blend of happiness and guilt.
Suddenly the secretary of the main office stormed in the classroom without knocking and rushed to Jason's teacher. Jason's heart was beating very fast. He had a bad feeling about this. His teacher stared at him with a blank look.
"PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE ME! PLEASE DON'T CALL ON ME!", Jason thought to himself, beads of sweat crawling down his neck.
His teacher spoke. "Jason."
"NO!!" He shouted with all of his might. The entire class stared at him in pure shock.
As the secretary led him down the hallway to the main office, Jason repeatedly asked what he was being sent down for. He received no answer. Finally he had reached the entrance to the Main office. His father was sitting down, glaring at his panicked son.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!", he managed to shout with full hoarse in his voice.
"Bad news ,buddy." his father started as the secretary left them alone in the room. He sounded like he was struggling to be sympathetic. "Your Mother is dead."
"You cannot go out alone, Jason!", his mother snarled back at him "It is much too dangerous out there for you to be out at night by yourself!"
"Then you go with me.", Jason muttered defiantly.
"I am sick, Jason!" his mother shouted back as she coughed, as if on cue, " You are only 11 years old, how can you expect me to allow you to go to this 'party' without meeting their parents first."
"They ARE good people!", he shot back "Who are you to judge whether they are good or bad!?"
"Because of this!", she said with tears in her eyes, reaching for the coffee table and throwing an old newspaper article in his way.
"What's this?", Jason asked, skimming through the article carelessly. "Martha Stewart sued for food poisoning?"
"Don't be smart with me Jason! That horrid headline!" she pointed with her other hand over her mouth. "Maybe that article will make you aware of what kind of people are in this world."
Jason skimmed the article a little more carefully now until he saw the headline he seemed to have missed. It was in huge bold letters that seemed to irritate his eyes slightly. He looked down the newspaper to see a picture of an innocent looking little girl, almost staring at him from the article. She was beautiful. She seemed about 9 or 10 with bright red hair and deep green eyes. "What could be so horrid about her" , he thought to himself.
Interested, he now read the headline and immediately dropped the article and covered his mouth like his mother, as if the article was poison. Across paper read:
"Uncle Molests Child on Birthday"
"Wha-what happened to her." Jason said with feigned calmness and unnerve in his voice, as if he didn't already know the answer to his question.
His mother just stared at him, trying to push away her unease with the satisfaction that she made a point to her son. She firmly said emotionless "She was sexually harassed by her own uncle on his 40th birthday. I am sure see my point now."
Jason, filled with pity for the innocent little girl, tried to remain firm upon the matter. "She was careless.", his stomach filled with pain and guilt as he uttered these words "I am sure that my friends parents are nothing of that sort."
His mother was now infuriated with him, her faced shot a glow of crimson when a single cough brought her skin tone back to normal. "JASON! That is not the point! You will not go to the party and that is final! You will soon realize that I am only doing this because I care about you!"
Jason, now equally infuriated, responded rudely to his mother "Then why don't you spend more time caring about yourself!" He paused for a moment "And less time on me."
"Jason you will---"
Her son interrupted her before she could finish that threat. "I am going to that party tomorrow." He glared at her, trying to back her down, "And you cannot stop me."
"The hell I will!" she shouted madly
"SHUT UP!", he shot back at his mother and stormed out of their living room and up to his own room.
He could hear his mothers shouts coming up towards his bedroom and on instinct he locked his door defiantly. His mother pounded repeatedly for 5 minutes, until she seemed to have backed down once and for all and went downstairs. Jason rested on his bed triumphantly. " I can't wait till that party!", he yelled aloud.
He tried to rest, still filled with pride that he had out shouted and defied his mother, but he tried this to no avail. She seemed to be coughing a lot during that night and it was keeping him awake. Jason thought quietly to himself "Hmm, I wonder why she had been looking so pale all week? Oh well, she is probably just trying to get my attention so I can back down and come out of my room and apologize." Jason grinned "Too bad she doesn't know that I will never give in to her." Jason went calmly to bed.
It was finally Thursday and Jason couldn't wait to go to school and tell his friends that he could go to the party. He arose from his bed and ironed his uniform quietly. Jason was not like most boys his age. He was much smarter than most of the people around him and had already surpassed one grade level. Most of his relatives thought this was a great thing and his mother had never given it a second thought when he gave her the permission form to be tested. However this would ruin his social life. Most of the children in his class hated him and often pushed and made fun of him. If he had not been so intelligent, it might have been very hard for him to learn and keep up, but one way or another he managed. It had been so hard the last 2 years, the same people seemed to stay with him all the time in his classes and thus the teasing and bullying never really stopped. He was so surprised that someone as popular as Timothy Banker was inviting HIM of all people to his 12th birthday party. He had always called Jason a conceited nerd and often got his friends to push him around and sometimes sent him to the Nurses office in tears.
Jason approached his mirror and adjusted his navy blue tie under his collar. He wasn't hideous. He was fair size, slightly above what one would call 'scrawny', he had mysterious violet eyes and jet black hair with natural red highlights. He was also very pale and quiet. He could never really call himself a nerd or a geek. And he definitely couldn't call himself conceited. Jason merely had 'anger problems'. He had this obsession with winning all the time. Sometimes adults would come up to him and say he must have been the perfect little boy and that they wanted children just like him, but he was sure they were wrong about that much. Jason, like many others in his family, had a dark side to him. He loved revenge and somehow he would keep these animalistic urges contained so long within him, that he could explode sometimes. Only close family knew of this side.
Also like many children in the world, Jason lacked male role models. His mother and father had divorced when he was young. His father had often beaten his mother, sometimes in front of Jason, but his mother seemed more keen on divorcing him than reporting him. He hadn't seen him in almost 4 years. He had always secretly longed someone masculine and overly-confident to be his role-model. He sure needed the confidence.
Jason was finally in his uniform with his teeth brushed and all. He was surprised now that his mother didn't try knocking again to bring him his breakfast. Jason didn't care. He loved his mother, she had never really "wronged" him in any way, but he was just too obsessed with winning and being on top. The coughing his mother seemed to produce during the night had somehow disappeared, but Jason simply saw this as less trouble for him. He opened his bedroom door, went down the stairs, grabbed a cold poptart, and marched out the door.
School was pretty much normal, he had almost forgotten completely about the newspaper article and his mother now. He was even starting to forget about the party, but that didn't last long when Timothy approached him with his maroon jacket slung across his shoulder.
"Jason, you are going to be able to come to my party aren't you?" He asked slyly with a grin giving the impression he really didn't care what Jason's answer was.
He paused for a moment, and then remembering the party ,Jason quickly responded "Of coarse, Tim! I can't wait. Really!"
"Its Timothy.", he sneered rudely.
Jason blushed and quietly mumbled 'sorry'. It was enough that Jason was actually having a conversation with a student at school, but it was Timothy of all people. He really wanted him to be his friend. Jason wiped the crumbs off of his face with his jacket and sat down as the bell rang.
It was history time. Boring as usual to everyone around him, but Jason had always found American history quite intriguing.
The teacher spoke under-enthusiastically. "Can anyone tell me what year was the Proclamation made that said colonists could not cross the Appalachian mountains.
Jason quickly raised his hand. So did Timothy…
The teacher tried to ignore Jason, she knew he already knew the answer, but his abrupt hand waving seemed to sway her to just call on him. "Yes, Jason?", she sighed.
Jason's attention quickly shifted to Timothy who gave him a nasty look as he was about to answer.
"Umm…", Jason stalled. "the proclamation of…", he stared back at Timothy who was very displeased. "1768", he sighed.
"That is corr--", The teacher suddenly realized what he just said, almost puzzled at Jason "I'm sorry Mr. Collingsworth. That is incorrect." The class turned their heads to a blushing Jason "Timothy, you were up next. What is the answer?"
"1763!", Timothy said proudly. The class now turned their heads to him. Jason sat back in his chair. Almost ashamed of himself. He knew the answer, but he wanted Timothy to be happy with him. He felt a sick sort of a blend of happiness and guilt.
Suddenly the secretary of the main office stormed in the classroom without knocking and rushed to Jason's teacher. Jason's heart was beating very fast. He had a bad feeling about this. His teacher stared at him with a blank look.
"PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE ME! PLEASE DON'T CALL ON ME!", Jason thought to himself, beads of sweat crawling down his neck.
His teacher spoke. "Jason."
"NO!!" He shouted with all of his might. The entire class stared at him in pure shock.
As the secretary led him down the hallway to the main office, Jason repeatedly asked what he was being sent down for. He received no answer. Finally he had reached the entrance to the Main office. His father was sitting down, glaring at his panicked son.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!", he managed to shout with full hoarse in his voice.
"Bad news ,buddy." his father started as the secretary left them alone in the room. He sounded like he was struggling to be sympathetic. "Your Mother is dead."
