Considering the past week, Braxton was in an especially peppy mood today. He was back at his old elevator antics and even thought about selling some lemonade today. He had given up on it as a business. But it was strangely nice outside and it would be nicer than watching cartoons.....for the sixth day in a row.
He had been expecting his dad to come home 5 days ago, but still no sign. Braxton tried to tell himself he wasn't bothered by it, but he couldn't fool himself. Nonetheless, not even his unreliable father could keep him out of the sunshine. Although, he decided he still wasn't ready to sell any lemonade. After circling around the neighborhood and trying to socialize with some of the city dwellers (and failing), he decided to go to the library. It was about time to return his business books and check out something else... something worth reading.
Braxton wanted so badly to please people. But no one seemed to appreciate his company. He tried to make conversation with the librarian, Ms. Edith. But she was cold towards him. Apparently the warm weather didn't brighten up everyone's days. So, he finally just asked her about the fiction section. He made his way to the shorter shelves and grabbed what he thought would be a good read... based on the cool cover of the book at least. Despite Braxton's refusal to go to school, he was still a sharp kid. He liked to read and learn. Just not in a classroom setting. He preferred to live his own life instead.
One might ask what about his oh-so-exciting life was that important. But Braxton often thought about that... what's so important about anyone's lives? Some are privileged. Some are not. Everyone dies. Everyone ultimately dies. So is what happens before then really that important?
Before heading home with his new book in hand, Braxton headed into Jorri Rae's. He was hungry and didn't feel like eating another peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That's probably what little Braxton disliked most about having absent parents... the fact that he only ate PB&Js... he didn't know how to make much of anything else.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Times have been hard for those in the lemonade business lately. Braxton tried and tried to sell his lemonade thinking that the carnival would surely increase his sales. But between the shitty weather and the fact that Statone was always on his case, Braxton was getting bored with his Country Time endeavors, not to mention, he felt like he was getting sick. It was probably from running around in nothing but a business suit all winter long. If only the poor little boy had a parent around to reprimand him for such things.
Despite his oncoming cold and the violent lightning storm, Braxton was in a fairly good mood. He had just talked to his dad for the first time in ages. And better yet, his dad promised to come home soon. His dad claimed that he was about to finish up some big business deal and could come spend time with Braxton.
Braxton knew better than to rely on his dad's empty promises of coming home. But a phone call could make his day, just knowing that his dad still thought of him. His dad had always told Braxton how they were going to get out of Wilshire Tower one of these days. He said that's why he was never home, he had to work in order for them to move.
Even though Braxton was just a little boy, who admired his father as many boys do, he was smart enough not to get his hopes up. He somehow knew that he would be stuck in Wilshire Tower until he got himself out. How to go about that however, he wasn't sure.
That's why he was so adamant about his lemonade. He figured if he was a successful business man, maybe he could be successful enough for both him and his dad. He had even checked out books about how to be successful from Ms. Edna, at the library. But based on experience, lemonade stands were apparently not the way to go.
Braxton took the blow of yet another absence at school and decided to curl up and watch cartoons instead. He could hear a faint squabbling noise outside of his window eight levels below and profane shouts coming from the butcher. Braxton's curiosity usually would have gotten the better of him... but right now all he wanted to do was stay inside, by himself.
Despite his oncoming cold and the violent lightning storm, Braxton was in a fairly good mood. He had just talked to his dad for the first time in ages. And better yet, his dad promised to come home soon. His dad claimed that he was about to finish up some big business deal and could come spend time with Braxton.
Braxton knew better than to rely on his dad's empty promises of coming home. But a phone call could make his day, just knowing that his dad still thought of him. His dad had always told Braxton how they were going to get out of Wilshire Tower one of these days. He said that's why he was never home, he had to work in order for them to move.
Even though Braxton was just a little boy, who admired his father as many boys do, he was smart enough not to get his hopes up. He somehow knew that he would be stuck in Wilshire Tower until he got himself out. How to go about that however, he wasn't sure.
That's why he was so adamant about his lemonade. He figured if he was a successful business man, maybe he could be successful enough for both him and his dad. He had even checked out books about how to be successful from Ms. Edna, at the library. But based on experience, lemonade stands were apparently not the way to go.
Braxton took the blow of yet another absence at school and decided to curl up and watch cartoons instead. He could hear a faint squabbling noise outside of his window eight levels below and profane shouts coming from the butcher. Braxton's curiosity usually would have gotten the better of him... but right now all he wanted to do was stay inside, by himself.
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