• "A fast one" My mom would say. It wasn't a talent. I was just fast. That was the only thing she cared about, just last week I heard her say " My boy, the fast one"
    I got a C- in writing, but an A+ in Gym. My mom said " My boy just got an A+ in Gym, what did yours get?"
    My mothers friend : " An A-, And I know he worked hard for it."
    " Hard shmard. My boy doesn't have to lift a finger, just his speedy legs."
    Then I come in and say " Mom, I don't care that I'm fast, I'm going to summer school for all my other subjects. "
    That was a mistake. My mother's friend laughed.... My mother was ashamed.
    That was the night I sneaked out. I wanted to run away. I ran until I heard my sweat crying, I was to go as far as I could. I kept going... I was zippy fast. Then I saw car lights, and ducked. It was some one I knew.

    " Lance? Is that you?" Said the voice of some one I knew.
    " Yeah, why? "
    " It's me, Conrad."
    " CONRAD, MY BUD! How's Hawaii!? Boy i miss home."
    TO BE CONTINUED!