Game

This was it, my life, making my dreams come true. The road seems too long and tedious, and I haven't even started on my journey. The summer's heat had permeated the building up with sweat, salt, and whatever else there's hanging in the air. My clothes drenched in sweat from my top to bottom, wearing them like second skin. I felt dirty and miserable. I picked up the catch of the day, lousy hitch-hikers; falling spiders, irritating flies, and hungry mosquitoes and the Palmers, Derrick, and his mother, Jamie. One good thing, at least, I am not alone. Yeah, for me, what a day? Deek Palmer could ask more questions than I can shake a stick with. He is extremely a smartass or just likes to be annoying. Think I will go with the latter. I call it his rebellious years, or he is just a downright spoiled brat. Most of the time, I try to ignore him, but his non-stop complaining makes me want to roll up a dirty sock and ram it in his mouth. Just to I can have a little peace and quietness. I don't know how either of his parents tolerated his behavior this long? I would have pulled all my hair out, roots and all. That is, if I pulled the stunts he did, when I was his age, have mercy on my ass. My mother would have beaten me until I was cross-eyed, amongst other things. And, to top that off, I would not have been able to sit down for at least a week. I couldn't help from over-hearing Deek chat with his mother, "Why, do you insist on us walking down that beaten-up dirt road? I could have stayed home, watched the tube, had Aiden and Carl over, and enjoyed a Pepperonie pizza with them. But, this takes the cake like a dirty-rotten skunk. "Next time, we can invite your friends to come along with us," having to say what was on my mind. "Thanks a lot.You sure know how to help a guy out," Deek grumbled. "It's too early in the day to listen to you whine like a whipped pup," Jamie tells her son. "Excuse me, I am not a dog. You need glasses. I think you are going blind," Deek remarked. "I think you need to stop acting like a baby. All you need to do is shed a few baby tears, then I will stop calling you whinny," Mrs. Palmer mused. I began to sing. . . Hang your head down low, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain Therefore, I took her life .etc her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry ( poor boy ) Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor Boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Recon where I will be Hadn't been for Grayson Well, now boy. . . "You're so musically inclined," Deek lipped. "Derrick Palmer, stop being a pain in the toot hole, complaining will get you nowhere. Miss Reymore, bless her heart, was kind enough to invite us along. Show us that you have some common sense, and besides, it's important that we spend quality time together, " she yells at him and grabs his arm. "Aaahh, mother of the year. Should I bow down my head to you, Your Highness?" Asking as he pounds his Nike's into the ground with his feet. All of a sudden, we heard great noise, and breaking sticks were heard close-by. We looked at one another, then all around ourselves, waiting for something else to occur. "We are going to be dead ducks," Derrick sighs. Derrick's mother pulled him to herself and wrapped her skinny arms around his neck, like she was going to protect him from the evil forces. A mother's instinct. "We're being stalked, someone or something is getting closer," Derrick announced, "Maybe it's Bigfoot, or the Sloth Monster?" "I don't hear growls," I claimed. "There it goes again, breaking sticks." "Shhh... Did you hear that and that?" Mrs. Palmer imposed, with fear stricken in her eyes. "Let me guess, Mrs Palmer," I insisted, knowing full well it was probably a harmless creature, a grazing deer, or a small fox wandering around the forest, looking for food. "There's strange sounds in the woods, creatures has a tendency to come out to eat, drink, or play. This is their world, and we just are not used to being out in the wilderness. You are able to see different species hanging around. Stone spiders, slithering snakes, calling birds, rodents. Anything from two feet to four feet. The woods are full of life. And, I don't think we have a serial killer on the loose running around. We are just fine," hoping to calm Mrs. Palmer's nerves down. I grinned, trying to hold back my laughter that is subdued in my throat, looking at the two of them acting like little scared rabbit's. I thought to myself that any minute now, Derrick is going to lose his bladder control and piss down his leg. No words were spoken, but rather quiet, I must say. Except in the distance, I heard crunching on dry leaves, "I think we have a visitor," not saying what it was, I didn't know for sure. "Look," I said, getting their attention, pointing to a four-legged doe, our eyes connected, and stayed connected at the beauty before us. Her eyes were honey-colored amber, watching every move we made, which wasn't much. She flitted her curiosity, like we were intruders, that we were. Dry, half-eaten leaves fall from her mouth. Something startled her, and she hesitated, leaving no doubt in what she was going to do next. She brings up her head high, and just like that ,she scrambles away, as fast as her hooves carry her. Her white-tail is the last thing we saw as she high-tailed it off to safety. She is gone, lickety-split.