Chapter Three: Meet Tikal and Santanna
"I'm sorry Ms. Matthews but your son has been born with crack in his flesh. You'll have to take special care of him-"
"I don't want him."
"But he's your son."
"I don't care, he isn't anything but a…." Ms. Matthews looked at her newborn baby son in disgust; she knew that her son's sickness was her own fault.
Her boyfriend Trey who was a crack junkie had unwisely taken drugs the whole nine months she was pregnant; and now her son had crack in his system.
"Put him up for adoption." Trey's mother told the doctor with a scowl on her face.
"If that's your decision fine then, but I must know his name."
"Trey." The only reason she named him this was because he was ugly in her eyes, the same as his biological father whom had beat her and mistreated her while high.
I awoke with a start, I had dreamed about my pathetic excuse for a mother, the real one who had left me. I felt that, and knew that it was wrong to give me away because of her mistakes.
I looked over at Ann who was sleeping silently on her bed, then looked at Joey who was sleeping on the other side of Ann's couch.
I got up from Ann's couch and walked towards the bathroom. But the thing was I didn't know where it was, so I walked aimlessly until I ran into my soon to be friend.
"This place is creepy." I thought as I walked in the pitch-black hall. Then I hit something or rather someone, "Hey watch it jerk!" I heard a teenager's voice yell out.
"Jerk? You're the one who ran into me!" I yelled even louder, as I got to my feet and scrambled around for the light switch.
When I finally found it and turned it on I saw that it was a girl about my age, but had dark skin color and black hair tied in a ponytail. So I figured she was either African American or Indian.
"Smooth move Ace, do you know where the bathroom is jerk?" I looked at the girl; she had just insulted me and wanted me to answer her question, well she better recognize!
"What's going on?" I turned around to see a guy about two years older than me wearing a bandanna.
"This jerk-"
"Could we stop this name calling?" I asked the girl getting frustrated.
"I bet you ran into him Tikal," The bandanna-wearing guy said putting his hand out "I'm Carter Santanna who the hell are you?"
Disregarding his coarse language I replied "Trey Matthews-"
"Ice Trey eh? Okay I got it. But what are you two doing wandering the halls at three am?"
I guess I didn't hear the Ice Trey part or something but I told him I was looking for the bathroom.
I didn't know it the but I was facing my partners that would come along with me on my long journey
Chapter Four Preview: Onward Mineral Town!
"I thought you were my friend," I told her "But all you are is a old hag." I said and spit in your face.
"Just give me the book and I'll only kill you." She said pushing the pistol even harder against my head.
"Go to hell."
"I don't think you're in a position to be talking like that." She said pointing her free hand towards a tied up Joey.
How was I going to get out of this mess?