Dad takes another swing at me. All he does now that mom gone is get drunk. I'm the only source of income in the house. I manage to feed my self and my brother and sister. To pay the bills I had to borrow money from Ricky. He's gonna want that back. A fist lands right on my chin and sends me flying. I'm angry at him because he does nothing to help our condition. I can only work part-time until I'm fifteen and can legally drop out. My dad usually gets his frustration out on me but today it's like the fairy tale where a little girl has a pot that cooks when you say a magic word and another to make it stop. The only problem is no one knows the magic word for my dad. My little siblings come home and he goes after them. I lose it and the next thing I know I'm eating concrete and the doors slamming behind me.
I was scared. I looked just like Jamie did when I first met her. Acting normal I went to school because you had to be fifteen to legally drop out and my job. After I dropped out I made ends meet by working a lot of odd jobs. I still had two people to take care of. Things started to look up after a while. The owner of the diner I worked at caught me swiping food and gave me a longer shift with a free meal at the end. At one of my odd jobs I was caught fooling around with a drum set and drafted into a newly formed band. I was good but my band mates complained.
"Dude you're so serious all the time you need to loosen up. It shows in your music"
They just didn't understand. I had obligations.
Then I met Jamie and I could finally relax. She watched my sibs for me and even got caught a couple times by my dad but she toughed it out. With her I had someone to tell my problems to. My hopes, my dreams, my worries, she lessoned the weight from my shoulders. She even helped the band. They warmed up to her really quick. Even though she's just a kid she can be so grown at times. She can get us the most impossible gigs. She's amazing
"Jamie I wrote a song about you….. Jamie"
I look over and she's asleep. I want to wake her but that's an unforgivable crime when you're a street kid. I want to tell her how I felt the poetry run through my veins and how my fingers itched to write it down. She would love the song. The band loved the song. We practiced it so we could play it tomorrow on her birthday. In the morning I leave her a note telling her to come to the performance tonight.
She never came. That song went on to become a big hit. It was the beginning of a climbing career. We would become huge and wealthy, known world wide.
I give all the credit to of my fortune to Jamie. She came when I needed her and left when I could stand on my own. She must have been an angel. If not she definitely fooled me.