My name is Huey Freeman, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
about why I'm so judgemental and so critical to people.
I wasn't always like that.
Oh no.
Back in Chicago, I used to be just like every other boy my age:
Normal.
But, where I come from, I was also one of the unlucky ones who kept getting beat up everyday.
I used to be so naive, and trust me, because of that, the gang kids saw me as an easy target.
Everytime I told my parents about some childish thought or silly dream, they were quick to shut me down.
My younger brother Riley, who was in gang, told me that being so naive is the quickest way to get killed around here.
I'd have to toughen up. So I changed my tactics. Apparently, Riley decided to change tactics too.
By the time Granddad moved us out here to Woodcrest, I was no longer the stupid, naive little boy,
I was pretty much what some people would call a "jackass adult".
A grown man in a 10 year old boy's body.
Riley no longer was interested in the whole gang shit, but he was just here to try to make a name for himself.
He had obtained a more "happy-go-lucky" attitude/personality.
And it pisses me off to see him like that.
How could he be so damn cool and calm all the time, while I'm here being such a tensed-up all the time?
I'd have to ask him sometime.
And when I met and somehow "befriended" Jazmine, I instantly saw the personality of my former self.
Naive.
Childish.
Happy.
And no matter what, she was always smiling and laughing. So I'm quick to step in and shut her down.
Because I didn't want her to end up like how I used to be: being picked on and beat up by a bunch of kids.
But she only shrugged me off, saying I was being to serious, and I needed to loosen up.
So she'd tell me all these stories and stuff that would make me want to laugh.
I'd only mutter out a chuckled, because deep down inside,
I didn't want to show off that I was actually laughing,
that I was weakening to her defenses.
But somehow, she must've seen through me and known that I had meant to do more than just a chuckle,
and she'd tell me how all people need to laugh sometimes, even in the darkest hour.
I thought about it every night. Could laughter be the key to happiness and peace?
Was it really true?
It seemed to make some sence.
So next time I'm feeling down, tensed up, or stressed out, I'll just go and hang out with Jazmine.
Because who knows? Maybe all I needed was to have a laugh sometimes.
Maybe, all I needed was a friend.
A/N: Yes, this is the final one. And there was a reason I saved Huey's for last, because his is more mysterious and, in my opininon, one of the deepest stories here. Hoped you enjoy it! If you read it, Please leave reviews! And look out for my next Boondocks story: Riley's Sleepover Party!