Creative Writing

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Boy named Boy


Boy aspires to become a hip-hop star, a professional baseball player, and his father. Boy can recite Yung Joc’s “It’s Goin’ Down” word for word. Boy lives in basketball shorts, hats that are too large for his head, and plus sized t-shirts regardless of his gangly frame. Boy believes himself to be invincible, or so his strut makes people assume. Boy owns his Mexican heritage despite the fact that his Mexican grandmother speaks perfect English and has all the enchiladas catered for holiday meals. Boy has been living with his parents for over fourteen years, and won’t be leaving anytime soon.
Even though Boy lives with his parents, popularity overrides family time. Charging his cell phone is a daily chore after the continual text messaging, which he has acquired much skill in, and the incoming calls he receives on a regular basis. As a junior high school student, Boy plays many roles. While being the No-Love-For-My-Family-Tough-Guy, he also assumes the position of Oh-So-Cute-Number-One-Lady-Killer/Athlete.
By law, Boy can’t drive a car. This poses a problem for his overactive social life when everyone is meeting at the bowling alley for some Cosmic Bowling. For situations such as these, he has become very charming and funny. The normal response to his “you know you want to take me to Chaparral Lanes, you older high school girls,” is, a majority of the time, “sure, whatever you want” followed by a flirtatious giggle.
Boy has a girlfriend, but don’t ask him about it. He refuses to talk about it, unless his confidant is fourteen years old, just like him. Although his relationship status remains filled, Boy has many admirers who are older.
“He was asked to homecoming,” his mother gossips.
“Mom! Oh my gosh!” Boy rolls his eyes and dramatically slumps in his chair at the dinner table.
“Well. You did didn’t you? I said no anyway, even if you wanted to go.”
“Mom! Who cares? She was ugly anyway.” As his father tries not to laugh, he smiles, ignoring his mother’s discipline. In the end, Boy apologizes, gives his mother a kiss and proceeds to engage in Kitchen Patrol, his nightly chore.
Boy’s favorite saying is ‘psyyyych!’
“So, how was school today?” his father asks every day.
And every day Boy comes up with something new. “I got a referral for lighting things on fire in my science class,” he replies like a stone-faced killer.
“What?!”
“Psyyyych!” Boy laughs, shaking his head in disbelief that his dad fell for it again.
Only a few years ago, Boy gave his parents something to complain about. With lies, back-talk, and remarks ineffectively hidden under his breath, he conformed to the typical teenage mold. Luckily, Boy was not born unto passive parents. His attitude was quickly changed, but did not entirely disappear. He still has his moments, as most boys do.
The phone rings and Boy answers, in his contrived man-voice and casual attitude.
“Hello,” Boy greets, more like a statement than an inquiry.
“Hi Boy!”
“Oh, hey.” He seems distracted.
“What’s goin’ on, man?”
“Nothing…” And just when he seems like his interest has been taken captive by the TV, his sense of cool is dropped. “Oh, wait, I forgot to tell you about this kid at school. Dude, he is so weird…”
On and on the stories unfold as he forgets his social status, his all-star athletic ability, and his funny man attitude. He remembers who he is talking to.
At the end of his conversation, Boy gets ready to hand the phone off to his mother.
“I love you, Boy.” I say.
And without fail, as he does every other time I say goodbye, Steven replies, “I love you more.”

3 Comments:

Blogger Kara said...

I loved your story. I loved how you kept yourself out till the very end and gave so much detail about 'Boy'. You also did a good job of foreshadowing describing his grandma, which, after reading the whole story, would be an odd thing to know otherwise. There a few uses of 'is', a to-be verb, that you'll probably need to change, but other than that, I really enjoyed reading your story.

1:29 PM  
Blogger Sara Cahill said...

Great story. It was so interesting how you refered to him as boy until the end. I think that the stories about him being mr. popular are amusing and i would love to have a few more interspearsed into the story.

8:10 PM  
Blogger Kayla said...

i like it chica! very creative. i liked the dialogs...really keeps the reader glued....you can feel the relationship and feel like you're there when you read this. good job! it's funny and charming :)

9:39 PM  

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