Gemini's Revenge

Mr. R was the neighborhood bully.  He loved making friends with Orion and then turning him against me.  One time Orion and I found a snake in the field and I took it as my pet.  Orion called Mr. R over and when he came I had a bad feeling.  Mr. R looked at the snake and then stomped on the poor creature. Mr. R smiled.  After he killed my pet he pointed all his evil energy at me.  So he took the snake and threw it at me.  Then he started making homophobic remarks at me.

 I was really mad.  So I left and got my dad.  A big scary dude.  I told him what happened and then he stormed in the parking lot and yelled at Mr. R.  After that my dad came back and said he has solved the problem.  But he just made it worse.  

Mr. R was mad at me because I got my dad to yell at him so he stole my bike for the third time.  But this time I never got it back.

It all started when I was born.  My parents didn't get along but come to think of it all first couples never get along.  So my mom and dad separated.  And that’s when my days in a ghetto apartment complex begin.  

I moved in with my mom, I was excited.  On the first day I made friends with this one kid named Orion.  He has dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and he was a few centimeters taller than me.  I was three feet back then.  

The apartment complex I lived in was like a prison.  The reason I call it a prison is because there were cruel people and trash was everywhere.  And worst of all I was never happy.

There was a old man that took a picture of me and said that he is going to show the landlord because I was breaking up cement. There were two kids,I forget their names, who would play with fire.  And this one guy would take a 22 and shoot at a wooden stake posted up to support a fence. at one end there was a forest and a broken down park for kids to play in.  there was a lot of spiders some even bigger than my hand.  

It has been a week since i've been bikeless.  This drove me crazy. I would hide in the bushes and up in trees or behind junk watching and stalking Mr. R for about two weeks.  Until one day he made a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his childhood years.  Mr. R left his bike out and I thought this is the perfect opportunity to get some payback.  So I stole his bike.  

A few months later my little brother was born and Mr. R couldnt except that his bike was gone. He would go to every door asking if you had seen it and when he came to mine I lied and told him no.  

After a while I moved to Trinidad.  Life was a little bit better there.  It had a And every now and then I laugh at the sight of that of that old rusty cougar bike in open garage.  It is hard to believe that after all these nine years I still have Mr. R’s bike.