My face lit up delightfully as I heard my stomach rumbling. Moving more swiftly than I’d expect myself to, I was in the room stripping off the unnecessary adornment and tortured the poor burger.
Oh well, it should be happy it has got a precise, simple and predictable fate.
At least, not being born into a scornful misery, unending contentions, oppression, hostility and an unfriendly society that sees you as nothing but a damn pebble is quite considerable; not even a boulder, I mean, is it even any better? Except for the fact, you might of course be unmovable for the sons of Adam, but still, bigger blame will surely hit on you for being a hindrance on their paths and not anymore in their shoes. But it’s not even like you want to be.
And most annoyingly, without your permission, you’re forced into the world of uncertainty, without being oriented on what to expect, and be prepared or else stay back being whatever it is you are until you are consciously ready to go through the hell!
A soft knock on the door automatically regulates my bites and chew, interrupting my therapeutic session of “gobbling up, wolfing down,” of the sturdy savory cheddar-cheesy goodness.
I paused the jaw movements, sighed, and dropped the food onto the plate, I gently placed it on the desk as I approach the door, assessing it was none other than Riley.
“Little man, thought we agreed that I need sometime alo–” opening the door to my surprise.
There he was, standing against the wall opposite my room, staking his left heel against the wall whilst the tip of his shoe kisses the floor, as his hands sheltered themselves in his fine zip-up hoodie, meeting my face with his young scarred face.
“Like seriously?” I asked getting all tense up again as I made to fully come outside the room, closing the door behind me.
“What happened?” I barked at him.
“I mean what is it you want again?” I said crossly as I looked over my shoulder to the left, spotting three of his boys with him all posing like idiot bouncers. But I’m more infuriated by the intrusion.
My shirt was unbuttoned, already planning to shower after eating, so I can sleep as much. But here comes this bug again…
“Nah man, don’t be so ungrateful.” He hurled back.
A short-term silence took over after his sally, but the stare-down persists. I had to back out by lowering my head; I elevated my right hand to support the skin dividing my nostrils with my thumb and I scraped my index finger across the tip of my nose.
“Well, maybe I have to be.” I snapped back to action,
“Really?” Jude questioned.
“Yeah, I mean look at me. Do I look like a thief?”
“No wait, Do I look like I give a shit about your help anymore?”
“Dude, you are trying to manipulate me, but I’m not going behind bars with you, already learned my lessons. And I can take care of myself you don’t need to bother anymore, trust me.”
“Moreover I don’t wanna be a thug.”
“I don’t wanna be a hoodlum, or a delinquent juve like every one of you has chosen to be.”
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
Smiling, he said, “Not exactly.
“I am just surprised you are trying to renounce what exactly you ought to be. That’s exactly who you are bruh, and you know it.
But, don’t you think it’s unwise of you to choose to be a white elephant?”
Oh, man… There he goes again!
Why does this full of conceit arrogant idiot keeps so much at me?
“Hey Jude, don’t be a jerk I’ve heard enough of your strict tongue-lashing; the last time I checked: none of my family has come complaining to you about me, you just won’t mind your business because of the terrible blunder I’d made.”
“Thank goodness, you knew.” He added sharply.