We had to put locks on our doors because Blossom and her kids used butter knives to pry open our door knobs and let themselves in our rooms.
I had no idea that Clement was a significant stoner, so everybody thought I was a stoner because I rode with him to school. Now, I understand all the judgments from teachers and students. Dora was a bully, and she'd openly call me a faggot and a panty every chance she had, but never in front of my parents. Herman was a little piece of shit that got away with everything. This is just what was happening while living with these people. I still had to contend with being a freshman during my first year in high school and trying to figure out where I fit in.There was a girl named Saber that I liked in my science class. I never pushed myself on her; I was just there when she wanted to talk and when she didn't. Six months into my freshman year, we finally exchanged phone numbers. The night of our first phone call was interrupted by Dora and Herman listening on the other line. I told Saber it was better that we talked in school because I had no privacy at the house. Unknown to me, Dora went up to Saber at school and told her to stop talking to me, or she would beat her up. She never spoke to me again during high school, from freshman year until graduation. I was so mad that I went home and told Blossom about it.
"Stop being a crybaby, faggot," she scoffed.
I was so furious I hauled off and punched Dora in the face. When Herman came for me, I kicked him in the nuts. The next thing I know, Blossom is whipping me with her belt. Clement and Beulah came out of nowhere; now, it was free for all. Sure, they beat the shit out of me, but they didn't kill me. I'd make sure they'd regret it.
On the day when my father had, had enough of the bullshit, he found a duplex for us at the end of Aniani near a watercress farm. We could not have moved out fast enough. Blossom and her family never lifted a finger to help us pack and carry everything to my father's car. We did everything ourselves. We never heard from Blossom and her family after that, except at my mother's services. They were there to take all the jewelry off her body so that they could keep it for themselves. Little did they know I took my mother's jewelry to a feitciera to have it cursed. When the feitciera was done, she returned the jewelry to me so I could place it back on my mother's body. Blossom and her family got more than just green stains on their necks, wrists and fingers. That's a story for another time.
...Pau
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