Micah

Micah

By: Rio

Dante

Micah’s reply to Dante

Micah’s thoughts

            I look just like my father—except for the eyes. I have my mother’s blue eyes. I love my parents, don’t get me wrong. I have snake bites in my lower lip, my hair is black and I wear “gothic” or “scene/emo” clothes. Please. People are just afraid of what they don’t understand. That makes me an “easy target” and I’ve gotten in trouble for defending myself at school with the popular kids. My parents are on my side, but they did say not to fight. I listen to heavy metal and alternative rock, I go to concerts, and I play video games. I’m skinny and I work out. My dad and I are close; I’m half demon—or well, full, I guess. My demon and I get along good (and I’m not being sarcastic, he’s actually given me some good advice). His name is Dante.

            I’m going to be a sophomore in high school and let me tell you being a freshman…—it was pretty boring. I mean, I’m going to be in all of the advanced classes. Dante says I need something more challenging and I told him wait until college. Dante’s a demon and a vampire; he has shoulder length black hair and bold, glowing silver eyes. He also has fangs. I’ve sketched him multiple times before and Emma says that Dante’s pretty cute (Humans. Pfft.) Sorry, Dante has to have his piece. Anyway, Emma was my lab partner for our AP Biology class. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s also a Latina. She’s really funny, but out of my league. We’re just friends. This…”Friend zone”, am I correct, Micah? I sighed. Yes, Dante. You’re correct. I rolled my eyes.

            Like I said above, come fall, I’m going to be taking all AP classes (Except PE, which isn’t AP), so 6 of them will be AP. Its summer vacation now and I sleep in, go to the skateboarding park and hang out with my friends. I go to summer concerts and I play my drums and my guitar. I have gages in my ears (meaning I have small holes in my lobes) to go along with my snake bites. All my clothes are from Hot Topic and my Aunt Cherry.

            Right now, I’m lying on my bed, tossing a baseball up in the air, Breaking Benjamin playing from my stereo as I sighed. What’s the matter, Micah? Dante asked as I shrugged. Nothing. Just bored. I replied. You’re tired. I snored at his response as I yawned, rolling my eyes at his snicker. Grow up I snarked Bite me He snarked back as I sighed, rolling onto my side and falling asleep.

***

            I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I want school to start. Don’t get me wrong, I love summer, I just… I need something to do. I have a job—I work at the comic book shop. I get paid 15$ an hour (which, is really surprising, but it’s a really popular comic book shop) and a lot of people come in. Kira works at Starbucks, so I get coffee at a discount. I prefer my energy drinks (Red bull, Monster, Rock Stars, NOS). I paid for my own car, too. I own a black and red charger. It was a pretty penny, but I had enough for it and now I’m making payments on it. I love my car. I work on it so I don’t have to pay somebody to fix it for me. I’m a car junkie too.

            I also have cell phone. Eh. Oh well. I’m not on any sports team and I told my mom I didn’t want to be on a team. She asked me why and I said sports are for popular kids. I explained my case better and she said she’ll make an exception to the rule. Though, I’m doing kick boxing and I’m really good. I’m one helluva fighter and everybody at school knows it, too. No, I’m NOT gay for god’s sake. I’m STRAIGHT! I like GIRLS! I have a few friends who are gay, and it doesn’t matter to me. I told them I’d support them and to fuck everybody else.

            I’ve been having migraines a lot lately, so I went to talk to my mom about it.

            “How long have they been lasting?” She asked, changing Mason’s diaper as I shrugged

            “A month or so” I replied

            “You probably need glasses. I’ll make you an appointment for tomorrow, okay?” She said as I nodded, thanking her.

            Glasses! I thought as I sighed. Who knows… maybe they’ll make you look better I internally flipped Dante off as I popped a few pain killers.

***

            Mom and I went to my appointment and I had to have glasses. Oh boy. So much fun. I rolled my eyes as I picked out my glasses. I had eye glasses insurance, so they would pay for my glasses.

            “Do I have to wear them all the time?” I asked the doctor

            “When do you start having the headaches?” He asked

            “When I’m reading or doing my homework” I replied

            “Then you only need them when you’re reading. Other than that, your vision is perfect. 20/20.”

            I thanked him as mom and I headed home, my sunglasses on my face as she drove.

            “I need to go grocery shopping. Wanna come?” She asked as I nodded

            We headed to Costco as we walked in. I don’t really eat that much, I just mostly much and eat junk food. I’m one of those people who can’t gain weight from eating a bunch of candy and junk food—I get that from my mom. Just by looking at her, you can’t tell she just had twins. She has no baby fat on her—or any, to be exact. I put my hands in my pockets and trailed beside her.

            “You can grab some pizzas, y’know” she said, watching me as I shrugged.

            “Micah. Go. Grab some junk food” She ordered as I nodded, heading off to find some junk food.

            I put a bunch of junk food into the cart, shoving my hands into my pockets again. I’m pretty quiet, considering I prefer to observe, but once you get to know me, I talk. No, I’m not the annoying person who talks all the time, but I tell you how it is. The eye doctor told me my glasses will be here in a few weeks and that they’ll call mom once they come in so we can go get them. Oh, and like half of my siblings, I’m a coffee addict. We all put the “blame” on our mother, considering she drinks the most coffee out of all of us.

***

            Once we got home and unloaded the stuff, I had to head to work. I got in my car and drove back into town. I stopped at Starbucks and got my usual as I pulled into the parking lot at work. I locked my truck as I walked in. Full house tonight. Looks like it’s going to be busy. Good. I signed in and nodded to Brian, one of my co-workers.

            “Hey, Mikey!” He waved

God, I hated that nick-name.

            “Dude, it’s MICAH” I said as he chuckled softly.

After I finished my coffee, I got to work.

***

            When I got home from work, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody. I just wanted to be left alone, so when my dad came into my room, all I did was shrug the entire time, wishing he would just go away. Soon enough, I fell back asleep.