SPrat

I waved back and stepped inside. Something wasn't right... what had he seen in the locker room..... I admit I cut.... I can't help bet take the sharp metal part of a blade and opening my skin.... I don't do it for the pain I don't do it for the red the seeps out after... I do it for the looks of the cut... the feel when I run my hand over it. It's a habit I picked up the first day I saw father hit my mother. I remember that day very well...

I didn't know what to do. They were fighting about a phone call.... he was a fault.... A phone call came from one of his "co-workers" and mother over herd it. He screamed. She screamed. He swung and connected with her face. She pushed back. He fell. They screamed back and forth.... I was holding Jake, who was crying so loud it hurt. I was only 7and he was only 5. The tears that ran down his face that my shirt sleeve caught for him. The blood that lay on the floor from them both was enough to cause a concern and later that night my blood would join theirs.

I didn't like the look as it ran down my arm, nor did I like the pain that came with it. The look of the tiny cuts and the feel of the scabs that later turned to scars. I didn't like what they meant or left behind. But after a while everything got better, the scars faded. I and Jake left them. And now we are here.

"Sprat!" Hennery sounded. I walked out to see why. "Want to go to the store?" he asked. I thought why not? I walked down slipping on shoes. Hennery started the car and pulled out of the drive way. Getting to the local wall mart is no problem. I was standing in the arts and craft sections looking for the right color of beads for my costume when hennery walked up with Jake. "What colors do you need?" Hennery asked "like black and white and red." I said picking up the beads. "I'm glad one of you guys got the artist skills." He smiled walking to go find Jake.

Which I guess is sort of true. I never really see Jake drawing anything that isn't spider webs in the corners of his homework pages. I mean I know he owns a sketch book but I'm not sure if he actually draws, but who knows.

"Hey sprat!" came a voice behind me. A tap on the shoulder made me jump and twirl around. Issa?

He smiled. I just looked at him with a blank expression. Like I normally do. Issa?

"Oh hey." I said quietly looking down.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? He bent over so he could see under my hair that was covering my face.

"Oh yea ha-ha." I kinda smiled at that. I looked up a little. His blonde hair covering his right eye which came down to his shoulders and was pretty choppy. (Wait was that like that before?) I was pretty sure he didn't wear eyeliner in school. His tight black jeans and a band tee id never heard of, but it had some weird pink and purple monster on it.

"So what brings to you to Walmart?" he asked shoving his fingers into his front pockets and shifting his weight to his left leg.

"Oh just trying to find beads..." I said putting a weak fake smile on. "Oh cool." He said. "Sprat you ready to..." Hennery said walking up with Jake, "oh hey sprat whose this?" he smiled to the person he didn't know.

"Hi I'm Issa I'm in sprat's pottery class." Issa said holding out his hand to my uncle. "It's great to meet you Issa I'm Hennery, sprat's uncle." He smiled again taking his hand and shaking it firmly.

"Oh and this is Jake." I motioned to my brother. "Hey Jake!!" Issa said waving to him. Jake only looked up a tad bit to see who was talking to him but his hair was covering most of his face.

"Anyways it was great to meet you Hennery and Jake, but I need to go find my mother now." He winked and waved at us all. Hennery waved back and Jake looked away. I kinda just stood there watching him walk away.

"Well he seems nice." Hennery said pushing the cart to the checkout line....

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