Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2000 16:34:59 EDT From: little_boy_blue@email.com Subject: Many Waters - Chapter-3 - (young-friends) Many Waters Chapter 3 Before any of you start reading the story I would like to add a little special thanks! I would personally like to thank Dan. A good friend to Me. Dan has helped me in more ways than he'll ever know. Thanks for being my friend! I would also like to thank Bill Watts another person who has helped me a lot. Bill if only you knew how just talking to me meant so much. ---------------------- Before you read this story I thought I would let you know that if you are reading this story to give your hand a good workout you should go elsewhere. This story is one of love. Disclaimers: This story is not true. Although some of the stuff in the story did actually happen this story was just made up. You should not read this story if you are not over 18, But I shouldn't be writing this story now should I? If you insist on reading this story and you are not over 18 don't (get caught). I hope you enjoy the story! :-) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------- Many Waters - Chapter 3 (Young-Friends) Copyright 2000 by KiddoStories I guess Taylor unplugged the alarm clock because it was 9:00 when I woke up. that's rather strange for me. I never sleep after 6:30. I guess it's a habit. I don't have to be at school until 7:30, but it's always nice to wake up early enough to have a little fun before school. When I went into the living room I saw Taylor practicing for his song that he was supposed to play on the piano at church on Sunday. He started taking lessons around the same time Jamie and I did from my grandma. He can play just as good as me. Taylor's parents and my grandparents are close friends. My grandfather teaches at the university with Mr. Arnold (Taylor's dad). I know my grandfather's a musician, but he also has to do something to pay the bills. He considers playing music more of a hobby. How much money do you think a Jazz musician can make in Athens, GA. Georgia is to busy with Country to worry about Jazz. My grandfather teaches Music of course while, Mr. Arnold teaches business. The Arnold family is very wealthy, but rightfully so. They are very hard workers. Mrs. Arnold is a stockbroker. Taylor's oldest brother Chad is in law school. I swear that family has so much intelligence. I went and took a seat at the kitchen table beside Jamie. Grandpa was cooking my favorite, eggs and Bacon. "How did you sleep last night?" Brian asked, half asleep himself. "The usual, but its hard to sleep with you snoring all night long," I added, in my nicest but yet still sarcastic way. Taylor and I didn't do much all day except sit around the house and practice new songs that looked kind of difficult. I knew that sometime today Jamie and I would have to call our mom. I dreaded it! It could only mean more fighting between my parents. The call went better than I had expected. She said those few simple words I was hoping for, that she would call Judge Hightower and tell him the whole story. She said there was no way one of her babies was going to live with a druggie. The next day at school, I couldn't explain why, but I wasn't in the mood for talking. I was still nice to everyone though. No one can be hateful with a babe as cute as Taylor, and Brian has been my friend through thick and thin. During third period, Mr. Anderson came by the room and asked to speak to me. That can never be good. Mr. Anderson is the school counselor. He is a very sweet guy, but what does he want me for? As I followed him in to his office, I noticed Brian and Taylor sitting on the couch. " I guess your wondering what your here for?" Mr. Anderson stated, in that friendly voice that told you he could be trusted. " Yes sir," I said, very nervously. " Take a seat please." Mr. Anderson told me how my mom called and told him about the other night. He said that anything that was said in this room would remain confidential. I knew he could be trusted. Mr. Anderson told me to call him Dan. Heck, he told everyone to call him Dan. He was about 55, had two kids, and one grandchild. Dan was an old friend of the family. His wife was my mom's lawyer during the divorce. I told him about how my dad used to be my best friend and how he was the greatest dad on earth, up until Jamie and I started Kindergarten. I explained how he started out taking some drugs every now and then, and how he ended up just like every other junkie. He asked why I got so mad, and told how my mom said she had never seen me get really mad. I told him how much it even shocked me. He said I should find ways of releasing anger that builds up in me gradually. I agreed. He said to start seeing him once every day for the next month, which was music to my ears. I got to get out of class! I said bye to Taylor, after the bell rang, and went to the car with Grandma to the car. We still had to go pick up Jamie from school. "We have to go by your dad's this afternoon to get some of Jamie's stuff," Grandma said. " Why?" was all I could think to say. "Because he can't stay and your mom is in Florida!" When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed my dad's most prized possession . His Lexus was the most important thing on earth to him. Jamie and I couldn't even compare to that car. At least not in his eyes. My heart sank as we pulled to a stop. I knew it was time to face my dad. I couldn't avoid him forever. I saw the door open and he walked out. Grandma told me to stay in the car. She walked right up to him to take her turn at chewing him out. She used words that I didn't know she knew. My dad, being the coward that he is, obviously decided no woman was going to talk to him that way, because he pulled back his hand and sent his own mother flying to the ground. At that moment, if I had a gun, I would have shot him. I normally think violence is never the answer, but that coward hit the most important woman in my life. To be continued (if you wish) I hope you enjoyed the story sorry about the wait. Thanks for sending me good comments. I hope everyone continues to send them. Please e-mail all responses to little_boy_blue@email.com. So for now, good-bye and God bless!