Chapter 6: he Chose To Be A Greaser (Poem about JC in Christina's P.O.V.)
Once Upon A Mouse
He sits there every Saturday, quiet as nighttime out in the country.
Peaceful.
Blissful.
Angry and scared.
He's so classy.
He's so cool, so calm, so collected.
He knows where he wants to go in life.
But he acts so tough when I know there's pain inside.
I see the loss in those wicked eyes of his.
Those eyes are a curse from the devil himself.
He loves his eyes more than himself.
His eyes show him. The real him.
All that pain.
All that suffering.
All that fear.
He drinks his coffee and reads a book.
He knows about philosophy.
He reads about the stars.
He reads about life.
He reads about cars.
That boy's going somewhere.
Where?
I do not know.
He's not going to give up all hope.
He's not like the rest.
He's a fighter at heart.
The other boys fight openly.
So does he.
But he is a true fighter.
He fights for what's right.
He goes to church every Sunday.
Though he tells me he doesn't believe.
But he has faith.
But in what, he doesn't know.
He's so classy.
They say he'd make a great soc.
He had a choice though, he told me.
He chose to be a greaser...