All About The Underground Hangout 2

[Falcon]

[Recently, I thought about writing a story-type thing. This is the prologue for it, but, so far it's merely a working title. It's about a boy that lives in a Christian family, but isn't one himself. Everything he does has Christianity in it, in some way, though, yet he hates it all. Anyway... Here's the prologue of it...]

Working Title

Prologue:

Jan. 18, 2005
Dear Diary,

I've been told that a life without God is better left unlived, by my Christian friends. I beg to differ. They live by all their fancy rules and all that "Jesus" crap... Pheh! I'd really rather just get away from it all. When're they going to learn that you don't need some guy telling you all sorts of prophecies and rules to actually live and enjoy life? When're they going to learn that there's absolutely nothing wrong with sin? When're they going to learn that God isn't really there for them? When're they going to learn that all that stuff is just a coincidence? There's no way that a brain tumor is just going to disappear... There's just no way! How can they believe that?
I keep getting told that my ways are wrong... But, why? I gave up cussing just to please them, and they still yell at me. I'm starting to go crazy! I only attend that stupid church to make them all happy, yet they still won't leave me alone! Yeah, so I've had sex before? I mean, all the other sixteen year olds are doing it... Why shouldn't I? Apparently, the Bible's just trying to tell me not to have fun. That's the way I see it.
Matter of fact... I'm so sick of the way they treat me, that I'm going to stop writing in this entry, just to keep from tearing the pages apart...
- Felix Harper

"Felix Harper, you march your little butt down here right this instant, young man!"

'Great,' I thought. 'My mother wants me. Why? More Jesus talk?'
"Coming, mother!" I put my little diary away and ran downstairs as fast as I could. "Where are you?" It didn't take long to get my answer. My mom was in the kitchen, like always, attending a large supply of food. My two siblings, Zachary and Hannah, were sitting at our dining room table, shouting for food. "I'm guessing it's dinner time?"
"You bet your life on it!" My mother was in a good mood, for once. I sat down at the head of our large, rectangular, wooden table. My brother, Zack, sat on the left side of me, his short, tousled black hair going in every direction the wind blows. His large, brown eyes were drinking in the sight of the food. I glanced at his shirt, as he reached for a large bowl of mashed potatoes. 'Ick...' I thought. 'Another Christian shirt...' I reached for the plate in the very middle of the table, and immediately got snapped at by my sister, Hannah.
Hannah, for a thirteen year old, was pretty sassy. Always had something to say, no matter what, and wouldn't let you get the last word in if her life depended on it. She had long, blonde hair with blue highlights in it, standing for our two school colors, and had very pretty blue eyes. She wore glasses, but nobody cared. Even I, her brother, thought that she was attractive. I saw nothing wrong with it, but, everyone else did. She smiled, showing her two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth and said, "You should ask for someone to pass the porkchops. Right, mom?" She looked at my mother, a look of innocence in her eyes... Normally, my mother would have said nothing and let me carry on, but not this time.

"Yes, Felix. Please ask someone to pass the porkchops." She glared at me with the evilest eyes I had seen her use all day. Her good mood seemed to have evaporated, because I did something she didn't approve of. Her hair fell into her face as she reached for the salt, which was right next to the porkchops. A strand of the blonde hair fell into some of the food as she reached. "Mom," I said. "You should really get that cut. It's down to your waist and it's starting to fall out..." She glared at me again. This time, I could clearly see her gray eyes. She squinted. Her jaw set firm. "We don't have the money to do that, Felix. And I am definitely not letting you cut it again. I was embarassed for weeks."

I looked away from her. I stared at the green walls, the paint chipping off of them. Our two windows were covered with plastic, and only one of the three lights on the light fixture worked. We were poor. I had to admit it... I looked down at my shaggy clothing, taking note of the bleach stain on my black jeans. I stared at my ACDC shirt, carefully tracing each letter with my eyes. My long black hair fell down to my shoulders. "Look at me, Felix." My mother had suddenly grown sulky at the mention of money. "You're the one who needs the haircut. Not me. Maybe we can ask Mr. Waternoose to do it?" At the mention of my bald, fat physical science teacher, I jumped up out of my chair. "What do you think I am, crazy!?" My mother stared at me, just remembering my last run-in with Mr. Waternoose and his hair cutting style. "I am NOT waiting four weeks for my hair to grow out to the half way mark of my forehead again, mother!" I reached out, grabbed a porkchop, threw a large pile of mashed potatoes on my plate, spooned out some corn and grabbed three bread rolls. I took my plate upstairs, into my room.

"I hate this family..." I said to myself. I always sat down and thought after I got angry at my mother. I always thought the same thing, too. This family sucked. We had enough money to afford groceries, sure, but we never seemed to have enough to afford decent clothing and haircuts. It was a silly reason to get mad, sure, but I was just like that. I was only happy around my girlfriend, and even she didn't exactly like me. As I sat, wondering what was going to happen next, I suddenly remembered that I had a test in school the next day. "Crap! I forgot about my geometry!" I shook out the contents of my blue backpack and sorted through them. "No! My notes! Where are they!?" I frantically searched for my notes. 'They hold all of those complicated formulas and stuff... If I don't have them, I won't pass...' I gritted my teeth as my anger took the place of that sense of urgency. Not finding my notes anywhere, I picked up my physical science book and flung it hard against the wall. It bounced off of the wall and slammed into my plate, which proceeded to fly into my small dresser, splattering food everywhere. I said nothing as I walked downstairs and grabbed a towel, wet washcloth and a bucket... The stares of my siblings and my mother said that I was in trouble. The already knew what had happened. How, though, I'll never know...

[Here's a preview of what I have done of Chapter 1, too.]

"Felix, I know you aren't the most thrilled about this Christianity stuff, but you have to start taking your school work more seriously, at least." The Coot was talking to me like I was her son... AGAIN. I stared at her forehead, concentrating on a freckle that was right between the wrinkles that were between her eyes. 'Whoa. I wonder how old this woman is?'

[Nattol]

Sick.