I look out the window, seeing my uncle walking up the slick driveway heading towards the door like some kind of UPS man with an urgent package that needs to be signed for ASAP. I let the doorbell ring, I start my journey going to the door. When the door opened my uncle screened his face and and said, “Ah, Steven, I have a story for you”. I accepted the quest of listening to the story. Soon Uncle Charlie spoke, he spoke like anyone would speak if they were telling a story, you know, coughing a little wiggling the eyebrows, all that good stuff. And before I knew it I basically transitioned into his story. NOT LITERALLY!(THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE).
Charlie, a man with broad shoulders, woke up in sweat, probably because he left he furnace on. He got a towel and swept all the sweat off his face and stared into the mirror. Soon the the facial expression changed, something weird happened to his lips, they began to move in a motion he had never felt before. Charlie had just accomplished a “smile”. With humor and a great amount of joy he sprinted to get his shirt and pants, putting them on in a sweet tone like some kind of American Eagle model, of course. The car engine became a dragon, making loud noises and snarling with a hemmy like no other. He finally turned his radio from AM to FM radio for the first time ever. The first song that came on was “I know you want me” by: Pitt-bull. quite upset he changed the channel and heard some song singing about living life and types of plastic utility cups that happened to be red(YOU KNOW YOU CAN BUY PUBLIX BRAND CUPS FOR LIKE $3 FOR 50 WHEN RED SOLO CUPS ARE $5 FOR 50!!!!). From all this excitement Charlie said he would go and get a sandwich from Panera. While eating the Cuban he ordered he thought “I should tell my nephew Steven I’m happy for once!)
I stared at uncle Charlie, like in a confusing look. I was uncomfortable almost, I was nervous, Charlie is never like this. I soon looked at Charlies eyes seeing they were super red and it came to my memory thinking “Oh no..I forgot Charlie is a frequent heroin user”. Charlie then punched me in the face ran in my moms room and stole her purse spitting on my face on the way out
“Charlie get back here!!!” I said
“someone’s got to build an empire!”, Charlie said.
With me getting up from the fetal position I was in, my dad comes in the room, seeing I let charlie in and allowing him to spit on me and stealing my moms fortune, GROUNDS ME!!!
In the lunch room Steven’s friend(DOESN’T LIKE STEVEN) Lucas said ” dude, get away from our table with your made up stories, you are creeping us out man..”
“I’m sorry”: in the softest and saddest tone I have ever spoke in