xX... sorry i haven't updated in forever! I broke my hand and blah blah blah! i really need to update all my stories and i'm working on it, but i wrote this in math and decided to post it, i'm not sure if it's a1 shot or what ...xX
My brother Zack was, well, different. He walked through life with a different attitude. He was very artsy, he was into garage bands and would (almost) every weekend he'd go into the City and go into grimy hole-in-the-wall places and listen to bands play. He liked theater also and wanted to difrect, he walked through his years, constantly tortured by big shot Freddy Jones, he made life miserable for Zack.
Zack was different, that's for sure.
My parents cried, weeping, "why doesn't he want to be a lawyer or doctor like all the other kids in Far Hills?" the would sob long into the night and question their parenting skills. To them, Zack was sick.
But the thing was, his generation was weird. A girl in the publc school, Aimee, wanted to be a dancer, proffesionally. Her parents were worried. Although they would not meet for a long time, the sympathized with each other and felt the were connected, in a fight against the world... or the parents of Far Hills.
Zack was never around, he was always
A) in school
B) in the City
C) roaming Far Hills
He never went into any dangerous area or anywhere where he might know someone.
Mom and Dad considered having him curred, of his disease, can you believe it, they thought he was gay! He was straighter than anyone I know.
Anywho, this is where our story begins:
Stuffed in the pockets of his baggy trousers are candy and money, he wears a plain back t-shirt and some Tiger shoes. He stands at the Freeze-E Palace, waiting.
Someone else is there, she's with a friends. It looks like Zack knows one of them. He fingers his cell phone, he's not backing out, just keeping the options open. Suddenly he recognizes one of them, the one with the Wicked- So Much Happened Before Dorothy Dropped In t-shirt. They must be headed back to see Wicked. It's Katie. Her friend wears a tight, orange shirt with fringes at the top and worn jeans, her light brown, blonde, red har up in a messy bun. Katie looks at her friend, in the orange shirt and the talk. They laugh. The joke, like friends are supposed too. Zack watches from a far, he looks away as he slurps his shake. Still, who can the orange shirt girl be? Obviously someone from the public school.
Zack looks ahead, it's rumbling towards a halt, right infront of the three of them. Taking a deep breath he begins to get on, he passes the orange shirt,
"Hi! I'm Madison!" she chirps, Zack ignores her. Katie hits her playfully,
"Shut up! What did I tell you? You'll catch his disease," she said, laughing at Zack. Perplerxed, Madison follows Katie, up the stairs.
Zack goes to the back of the bus, he knows he can't grow here, he can't be asked to be himself when all they want to do back there is stamp a barecode of you and send you off to the mines. He can't stay, he was 17, today. He was old enough.
So, at 8:17am on Thursday October 3rd, Zackary Allen Mooneyham, my brother, boarded a Greyhound bus, bound for the City. It left and Zack never looked back.
Phone call recorded on October 3rd, from Port Authority Bus Terminal from Zackary Mooneyham to Lisa Mooneyham, his sister. The information was gathered during the search case of Zackary Allen Mooneyham, the phone call was intended to be listened privately(sp), it has been edited...
"Hey, sis... don't worry... no... yeah... i'm fine, what? no, I don't think i'm coming home (tears) no, it's ok, i'll call. Right, love ya (tears), bye."
xX... whatda think? ...xX