Kapitel 6: Frailty of a soul.
The trio finished their meal and continued to talk about soccer and the upcoming season. After an hour they finally said their farewells, and headed home.
Aza, smiling at the thought of a date with Lillie, got into his car and drove out of the parking lot onto the highway. He was amazed as to how little traffic was actually occuring. this little town almost seemed desolate.
Continuing his thoughts, he turned onto a back road and followed the curving asphalt for a couple miles until he came to his new home. Aza's little Audi pulled in next to his mother's Jeep. He was hoping she was still awake. Aza really wanted to tell her about his day.
Aza walked up the steps and calmly unlocked the door with his key and walked smothly into the little home.
SHOO! CLAP!
A flying sandal came flying around the corner like a boomerang.
Aza hurriedly dodged and drew his backpack up as a shield to defend against flying objects.
"Where have you been?!" his mother yelled, "Ive been worried sick!"
"Ma!" Aza protested, "I sent you a message explaining."
The flying home products ceased their assault. She looked at him in wonder. "A message? like on a pidgeon?"
"No ma, haha. A text message." Aza couldn't help but laugh. His mother was hopeless when it came to technology. It really made him wonder how she became a secretary to the governor. "Where is your phone I will show you."
His mother retrieved a device from her purse, and handed it to him.
"Haha mom you need to keep this charged. No one will be able to contact you unless ghe phone is on" laughed Aza walking over to a charging deck and placing it on the bay.
"Well that doesnt change the fact that you were out late!" said his mom with a red face. Aza could tell she was embarrassed.
Thinking for a moment Aza came up with an idea. "I completely agree. As punishment can I recommend you tadk me with the responsibility of making sure your phone is charged every day?"
This brought a smile to her face. "Thats my little Aza turning into such a responsible young man!" She hugged him and proceeded to question him about his first day. Aza told her every detail. The classes, soccer tryouts, making a friend, Lillie, the jerks at the restaurant, and about his upcoming date.
"Wow! such a big splash on your first day. You really are your fathers son." she smiled.
Azas smile became hollow.
"Oh honey..." His mother began.
"Don't worry about it mom. I try not to think about it." Aza said sullenly.
"You know he wasnt always like this?" she asked hoping he'd listen. "He really was a great man. What happened with his father just-"
"Was, Mom. Thats not who he has become. we all grow and mature. I dont want to take the same path he did. I want greater things."
"Son..." she pleaded with her eyes.
She knew she'd hit a very sore spot for Aza. The relationship he'd had with his father had taken a steady decline since he was a boy. Shed struggled to find good work, and his father had always Stayed in the same place.
Aza had been tossed between them as well. Never Knowing what they really thought of him, and never receiving enough attention in a childs eye. in light of this, Aza turned to mischief.
His mother and father Originally fought over who would get him and his sister. But in an attempt to shelter Them they hid the truth. In his eyes, they had simply decided they didnt want him anymore. So they would call the other parent and claim it was their turn to take care of him. All the while, His sister remained with his mother.
So Aza grew worse. Fighting with his sister, His two cousins who lived with him for a good portion of his childhood. His mind never truly opening up and seeing reality. Almost as if everything were a lie to him.
A few months after Aza Turned 15 he came into n arguement with his father. This was the moment that would shatter the illusion.
Aza's father had never reached above what he could pick up off of the ground and even tried to explain that he should do the same. That to reach above ones own level was an inconvenience. That he should find a simple job and stay there.
Aza took this to heart. Probably not in the way his father meant it, but to Aza this was his Father telling him that hed never amount to anything and he should accept that now.
As the arguement grew in intensity, His fathers wife whom he had married after divorcing Azas mother Pried her way in between the two. She put it simply. "You must choose. Either the kid leaves, or I do."
Needless to say, his father had chosen her. this left Aza heartbroken. Hed even tried to run away. luckily the police had found him and called his mother.
She picked him up and took him to Houston. even through every move, hed go with her and his sister. They moved often, Aza finally quit attempting to make friends and settled with acquaintances. He lived a hit and run lifestyle, which moulded his personality to be very open, and forgetful. In his eyes, hed never been anywhere too long. why should he try too hard. Sports, grades, life. all were interrupted by the constant packing and unpacking that he simply gave up trying. for him, what was the point?
And thus, his fathers words would constantly haunt him...
"Ma, This time will be different. If I can just stay here for a year, I can change everything. I'll prove to him that he's wrong!" fire burned in Azas eyes. He truly believed his words.
Turning, Aza headed out of the room and stopping at the door. "Goodnight ma, leave your phone there for the night and don't forget it in the morning." he continued to his room and fell asleep, hoping to dream of better things.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Aza's alarm echoed through the house, rising from his dream Aza could see feathers falling from the skies. A black figure with piercing blue eyes, and magnificent wings standing before him. Aza quickly reached for his Survival knife, hoping hed be able to fend off the intruder. Grabbing it he flicked off the sheath, brandishing the knife with skill. As he looked for the figure he found nothing. Not even a trace.
Aza walked through the house looking through every nook and cranny, unable to find traces of entry. His mother stood in a bathrobe, with a gigantic cup of coffee. she watched as her son stealthily crept through the house.
"Kids..." she smirked. she grabbed her phone and went to her closet to change.
Aza returned to his room and proceeded to dress himself. He dismissed it as his dream intertangling with reality for a brief moment.
Aza chose to wear a pair of fitted jeans, a hoodie, vans, and a beanie. Simple, but fashionable in any school. Grabbing his bag, Aza walked out of the house, and proceeded to drive to school.
All the while, he couldnt get those blue eyes out of his head. Afterall, they were his.
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