The dangerous sophomore year

by Jason Southworth

Dwayne Junior is now starting his sophomore year of high school. But this time, the town of Mount Sword is in serious danger. Strange things have been happening around town, and it just might take the bravery of a high school student, to put everything back to normal. Sequel to the difficult freshman year.

3. Embarrassment

We start off with Dwayne Junior narrating.

The school system, the way it is set up, is useful for helping young kids achieve their goals. And, the students of Bronzestone high, look out for one another, and are willing to help others in danger. This is the dangerous sophomore year.

The tugs theme then plays.

Junior's POV

It's at this point I should bring up, that my relationship with Bertha in high school, was kind of one sided. Don't get me wrong, I was in love with her, but her attraction to me was a lot more deep. She did legitimately love me based on my personality, but there was also a huge emphasis on my looks. Bertha was actually, sexually attracted to me. What she really wanted to do with me, is get me inside of her. But she did have standards, and if there was something I wasn't up to doing, she wouldn't push the issue. The two of us did have an agreement though, that whenever we spent the night under the same roof, we would sleep in the same bed. There was this one moment, where our relationship got really strained.

Reader's POV

Junior, Bertha, and Wilson were now at the retirement home, for the 90th birthday of Bertha's grandmother. "Alright Wilson, make sure you are on your best behavior for Granny Grace" said Bertha. "What makes you think I won't be on my best behavior?" asked Wilson. "Do I seriously need to answer that question?" asked Bertha.

The three of them were soon in a room with a bunch of old lady's, and one old man. "Hang on, why is there only one man here?" asked Junior. "You and Wilson are here too, so that makes three men you faggot" said the old man. "Grandpa Carl, don't you know that the F word is an offensive slur?" asked Bertha. "How the hell is the word fuck considered a slur?" asked Grandpa Carl. "No, I meant the word you just said" said Bertha. "What word did I say?" asked Grandpa Carl. "I can't remember." "The word you just said was faggot" said Bertha. "What was that you just called me bitch?" asked Grandpa Carl. "Sorry about him, he hasn't taken his pills" said Granny Grace. "If he did, he would know better than to use offensive slurs in front of a four year old." "Four?" asked Junior. "I'm 15." "Poor kid, he's in denial" said one of the old lady's." "Bertha, don't you realize that your boyfriend is way too young for you?" asked another. "Oh come on, i'm three months older than her" said Junior.

Junior's POV

Yeah, these old lady's were really irritating. Most of the party consisted of them treating me like I was a little kid. They kept asking me stupid questions. "Do you look both ways when you cross the street?" "Have you been changing your underwear every day?" "Do you always remember to say please and thank you?" They were really getting under my skin, when they began to pinch my nose, and squeeze my cheeks. The thing that sent me over the edge, was when I was taking a bathroom break, and Bertha's grandmother walked in on me. She asked me if I needed help wiping my butt, as if I was 2.

Reader's POV

Junior had just gotten home from the party, and he was in an incredibly bad mood over what just happened. Upon stepping inside the house, his father began to act like one of the old lady's, by squeezing his cheeks and pinching his nose. Junior was fully aware that this was his own father he was doing this to, and kicked him in the groin. "OH, OH, DEAR LORD, RIGHT IN THE KIWI'S!" shrieked Dwayne in a high pitched squeal. Annie stepped into the room, and was horrified at what she saw. Junior had his fists in the air, while his father was lying on the ground, holding his crotch. "Junior, what is the meaning of this?" demanded Annie. "Dad started it, he put his hands on me without my consent, I was simply just using self defense" said Junior. "It's his fault, I didn't do shit." Dwayne had gotten up, and was now pointing a finger at his son. "Junior, you're too young to use words like that" he snapped. "DAD, YOU FREAKING MORON!" shouted Junior. "HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED NOTHING FROM EMBARRASSING ME ON TV DURING THE RACE?" "I THINK I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS, YOU KNOW THAT YOU EMBARRASS ME, AND YOU DON'T CARE!" "THE REASON WHY YOU DON'T CARE, IS BECAUSE YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" "YOU NEVER DID, NOT WHEN I WAS FIRST BORN, AND CERTAINLY NOT NOW!" "YOU HATE ME SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE YOU WANT ME TO DIE!" "WELL IF YOU'RE GOING TO TREAT ME LIKE THAT, I'M GOING TO TREAT YOU THE SAME WAY!" "YOU'RE A HORRIBLE FATHER AND I HATE YOU, AND I'M NEVER DOING ANYTHING NICE FOR YOU EVER AGAIN!" "AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN, I'LL HAVE YOU TAKEN IN FOR CHILD ABUSE!"

Junior's POV

I didn't mean what I said to my father. I was just really angry at him for always treating me like a child, and I was still upset over that disaster of a party. I was so angry that I went to bed early, even though it wasn't a school night. When Izzy and Uncle Harold eventually came into the room to go to bed, they realized I was in a very bad mood, and decided to leave me alone. What I didn't realize, what that Bertha was walking right outside my front porch, and she heard everything. The following day, she would find herself in a deep state of depression over the incident, but that is a story for another day.

Author's note: Because I added a certain word into this chapter, I am going to come out and say it, I am not trying to be offensive in any way.

As you can see, the relationship between Dwayne Senior and Dwayne Junior, has reached an all time low. It takes a lot of anger, for someone to say that they flat out hate a blood relative.

Thank you for reading and please have a great day.