January 9th, Jason Tru, Jason Tru [top 10 novels .txt] 📗

'' Hah, c'mon dude, stop '', '' No way. It's your dare, now do it. '', argued Caleb and Blake, while the group of beer-drinking friends, cheer on. '' Is anyone looking? Keep lookout! '' Blake demanded as he strips his clothing, looking frantically, back and forth. '' Okay, thee, two... '', '' Too late! '', Caleb screamed as he shoved Blake onto the dusty road, '' Run boy, run ! '', he'd chant, influencing the group of boys to cheer as well, as they'd drunkenly laugh and roll all over the ground, making a muddy mess in the dirt with their drinks. As Blake ran back, he tackled Caleb and wrestled him, friendly, on the floor, shoving his face into the mud, '' I'll get you when it's your turn. ''.

As turn 'pon turn passed, morning rose, while annoying birds started filling the air. Having the last round of beer, everyone got tired and was leaving for bed, forgetting Caleb's turn. On a spark of remembrance, Blake popped up from his spot, nearly hopping in the dying campfire, itself. '' Caleb! It's your turn! Thought you could have gotten away? '', '' What? Oh, okay. No man, go on. I'm tired as can be. After this, is bed. '', Caleb replied. '' Well, I have to think of something. You're not going to get away. '', '' Well, hurry up? '', '' Ah, I dunno'. But, when I do, it'll be something. '', '' Bro', I'm tired as can be, please hurry '', Caleb fussed as his other friends started to whine about sleeping. '' Just give him something already! '', Matthew begged, '' Like, what?! '', '' I dunno', man. '', '' Well, if you don't have any ideas, then just butt out! '', '' We need to sleep! '', '' Too bad. '', '' Oh, just make him an organ donor or something for Christ's sake! Let us sleep! '' they argued. '' Oh, wait. That's not a bad idea. I've heard about organ donning. '', '' What? '', '' Nevermind. It's settled. You're signing up for organ donning. '', '' Is that the best you can do? '' Caleb teased. '' CALEB! JUST TAKE IT ALREADY! '', everyone exlaimed. '' Fine! '', he replied, in a joking manner, as they all scuffled into their tents to sleep.

A few hours later, after their late nap, they all got up one-by-one, rolling out of the tents like ants, with headaches that could stop a truck; their breaths, stink of stale alcohol and muddy, dirty bodies was just ignored. As they all changed dove into the nearby river, a discussion blew up as they discussed their last days in their highschool, and the start of collage, soon. '' I'm not really looking forward to collage, to be honest, '' Matt started, '' I mean, I'm not sure yet. I guess I want to, but I don't even know what I'll study. ''. Coming out and sitting on a little rock, to where was named ' Caleb's rock ', Caleb responded that he wasn't sure as well. He's always wanted to explore the world, really. He expressed his dreams of moving out of the little town that they lived in and just exploring the world; living in a different country, living away from home. He described every little detail, to what he wanted it to be like and how far he wanted to go. Blake then admitted that all he really wanted was to go to collage, just to get away from his parents. He didn't mind staying in the town, but just the expierence of living alone that he craved. He'd talk about all the girls that he'd get and how they'd look, and how much alcohol he'd own. All of the guys chuckled underbreath, shoving eachother. '' Girls, man, girls! '', yelled Matt, following a burst of laughter.

Standing on another rock, opposite Caleb's, he'd make random pelvic thrusts at everyone, as the water from his body flew everywhere, making all the guys scream, splashing water back at him, aiming to throw him back into the water, '' Aye, save that for the girls, would you?! '', yelled Caleb.

After their fun, they all got dressed and cleaned up thier beer cans and garbage and bags, placing their tents, folded up at the side of a tree, to where they always leave it, being that they come there most weekends and most little holidays that they'd get away from school.

Caleb would then brush his hands over his semi-shaved head, every time, before getting into vehicles. '' Is that like a ritual or something, dude? You always brush your hair, as short as it is. '' Jasper teased. '' No questioning me. '', Caleb'd reply as he jokingly went blank to the question as he started his old passed-down truck that his grandad owned, before everyone was in, forcing them to hurry. '' You know, starting it early won't make us pack faster. You could have at least come and help. '', '' It encourages you to hurry. '', '' Not me... '' Caleb cut Jasper short by stepping on it, moving the truck, quickly, a few feet away, having the bags emptied again. '' CALEB, AW MAN! '', everyone'd whine. '' Haha, oops? '', Caleb'd annoyingly reply to them.

On the way, they stopped at a local diner, as they collected some food to go. '' Caleb, remember your dear. You still have to sign up for it. '', '' Fine, I will. I'll go do it before we get home, calm down. ''.

They stopped along the way and applied, Caleb. He stopped singularly at their houses and dropped them off. 'Pon reaching home, he sank his tired face into his pillow, and completely blanked into sleep. Around two hours later, he got up in urge to use the bathroom. Walking over to the bathroom, he stretches and yawns as he zips down. Yawning one last time, his eyes started driftng and closing, again. Not too long after, his head started bobbing back and forth, finally falling asleep, losing total control. He woke up to a warm, wet feeling on his pants, as he soon fell to the floor. '' Aw, crap, man! What time is it, even?! '', he exlcaimed, raising his wet hand to look at his watch. '' Why am I even up at 3am? Ugh. '' he guffs, as he attempts to clean himself up and change into a night pants, before falling asleep again.

Miraculously, he changed and slowly made his way out of the bathroom and back to his bed, before being annoyed by noises and random talking. '' Ugh, seriously? What is going on? '', he breathed out, raising the little blinds next to his window. '' Moving in? New people are moving in, oh. But, at this hour? Dear gosh. '', he whispered in a soft voice as if he'd bother any tired people in his room, when in reality, away from his little tired/hangover world, it's only him. He violently closed the blinds as he slammed his face into the pillow, once more, mumbling to himself, '' I'll see who it is tomorrow. ''.

'' Mum, I don't really like it here. Why can't we just stay where we used to? I feel so odd. '', '' Oh, stop it, alright? Just stop. Your father needed this job and it's hard as it is, already. And take off those bracelets! '', August's mum would yell as she'd scramble the bracelets, nearly ripping them, '' We're here in a new town and I will NOT allow you to embarrass me. Fix yourself; you're already a shame. God, why did I even have to give birth to you? You have no purpose, you're just an embarrassment. '', '' I have a purpose, '', '' And, that's what? To dress like a sick human and parade, making everyone's life hell, right? Is that it? Because, that's the only thing that you get done around here. '', '' That's not true; I... '', '' Oh, just stop. '', '' Mum... '', '' Stop! August, stop! Just, go upstairs or something. Just leave. '', she demanded as August held his wrist with the bracelet, running halfway up the stairs before tripping. '' Can't even walk right. God. '', she'd tease while he just tries to ignore and get back up again.

He leans his head on a random door that he found, with scratches all over it, and little wholes. At that point, he didn't really care much. Just banging his head on the door over and over, he'd shove his head as hard as he can, against it, pressing all his anger out, not caring if he gets injured. In a high-pitched tone, he'd huff, as tears quickly escaped his wrinkled, eyelids, pushed together so neatly by the tense muscles in his forehead. A few of August's nails started braking while he repeatedly smashed his fists into the door, and clawed it, having his eyelids shoved together, tighter and tighter, raising all the veins in his neck, as his lips started bleeding, while he bit them. After a few minutes, his headache got unbearable, to where he could barely stand, so he unlocked the door and walked in, not caring to what's behind it. Closing the door as hard as he could, he sat inside the room, leaning on the door, in total darkness. '' Reason?... '', he mumbled softly, while holding his hands and one-by-one, ripping off the broken nails. His world just went black for a moment.

His hands rose to his face and fingers gently glided over the quick-drying blood as he felt the small bruise that was made, questioning himself over and over, to why he did it. With one last breath, he closed his eyes and leaned on his side, touching the ice-cold floor. Still in the dark, he cared less to where he laid or what he was laying on. His knees curled up, into his chest, and his arms wrapped around them. His mind was just overworked and his body just gave into sleep.

'' Ah, what is this?... '' August's mum, Kathy would guff, while opening the door and having it stopped by something. With several shoves, she voluntarily kicks the door open, seeing August's leg and sneakers on the floor. '' August! Wake up, it's time for school '' she expressed, and opens the door once more, before August can stand up, hitting him in the side of his tummy, '' Hurry. '', she masked as if she didn't know that she hit him.

August holds his side tightly, as he still tries to wake up from his sleep. He stands and sees the sun peek through the small window next to his bed. Stretching his arms up and turning his head a bit to the left, letting it make a sharp crackling sound, he walks over to the window to close the blinds, before getting ready, for he wanted the sun