Chapter 2
"Cold, sore, and in a good deal of pain, I limped back into pallet, blood dripping down my every seam, my mind still in shock from the recent events. My body felt heavy, which I could probably atrribute to my limp right arm--it was dead weight, but not like I could just go cutting it off.
I finally set my eyes on my house, but the twenty yards felt more like twenty miles. I trudged and I trudged and I trudged inch after painfully inch. The grass wiped the blood from my wounds, leaving a crimson glisten on the green.
I reached the door and pounded with all my busted, single-arm might. I could hear footsteps from inside. "Mom will be able to help..." I thought.
The door swung open and I could see the shock on her face, and then she noticed my wounds and my Mom got scared she said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel-air!" I begged and pleaded with her, day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss, and then she gave me my ticket; I put my walkman on and said 'I might as well kick it!'
First class, yo it was bad--drinking orange juice out of a champagne class, 'is this what the people of bel-air live like? Hmmm. This might be alright.'
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said 'Fr3sh and there was dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab is rare but I said 'Now forget it, yo holmes, to bel-air!'
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby 'Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kindgom, I was finally there--to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!"
You were right. This is something I really need to look in to.
Do you absolutely refuse to write about something? If so, what is it, and what about it makes you uncomfortable?
Any scene where people touch or the scene is seemingly gay. I don't want people to think the characters are having
that kind of moment all the time. I still write those, though. My, my, the times have changed. Did you know back in Shakespeare's day, it was common to have a better relationship with your male best friend than with your wife? What would the kids of today say to that?
Back on topic, I refuse to write sex scenes...
for now.
oh yeah mom's genes kicked in.