Chiraq VIII

Chapter 8

His grandpa hopped into his Lincoln and hurried to the school. After he arrived, the principle informed him of Big Shorty's conduct in class. The end result was that Big Shorty was to be expelled from all of Chicago's public schools. The consequences of this information was an embarrassing scene in the principle's office. "Tyrone! What are we going to do about you?" His grandpa's voice was loud and he pronounced every syllable. "You need your butt tore up, no public school is going to accept you!", his grandpa yelled angerily.

Big Shorty sat in the chair in front of his grandfather and the princible wearing a dumbfounded shameful look on his face. Big Shorty felt sorry for what he did. "We don't want to whoop you, do you want to go back to your mother's?" asked his grandpa. Big Shorty sat without words. Once they arrived home, Big Shorty went to his room to watch television. He adjusted the volume to tolerable level and laid back listening to hip-hop videos. His grandma was on her way home from work and was expected to arrive at any minute.

Big Shorty's eyes became very heavy as he nodded off into a light sleep. He hadn't noticed when his grandmother opened the door to his room and grabbed the remote to lower the volume to the television. She then shouted with all of her might. "I'm disgusted! What made you hit that young man with a chair?" Big Shorty awakened with fear, but recovered quickly. "He disrespected me!" he said, and then he exhaled deeply and laid his hands on his face and said with brown eyes flashing, "I'm sorry".

With every breath, her anger seemed to mellow. "Please don't cry, we'll find another school for me", Big Shorty added. The door bell rang and his grandpa shouted, "I got it honey!" It was Victoria. She stepped into the house and hugged her father for a while. "Hello father, what's the problem now?" His grandpa held her at arms length to look into her eyes. "Your son has been kicked out of school for hitting a young man with a chair", Big Shorty's grandpa replied to Victoria.

Victoria frowned and stepped back, making a firm negative gesture with her hands. "I knew it, something told me to bring my belt!" Victoria said furiously. His grandpa nodded in agreement. "I got a dozen in my closet Victoria, we could whoop him together. I'm with you on this one!" his grandpa replied. His grandma's eyes filled with tears as she stood there listening to the two of them conspire and then said, "Honey, you even think of hitting my grandbaby, you'd better find another place to live! Ain't no one going to whoop my grandbaby!" Big Shorty stood behind his grandmother, seeking shelter from his mother and grandfather. "I was only joking, honey", his grandpa said nervously.

The following semester, Big Shorty turned eleven and had to attend an Alternative school for problem teens. After arriving at his new school and upon entering the hallway, Big Shorty paused and said, "Grandpa, this school has a bad smell", as Big Shorty and his grandpa walked down the hallway. The odor gave out traces of urine that had collected in the stairwells. It was well known that the school and the surrounding neighborhood had a bad reputation. Bullet holes were etched into the graffiti covered walls of the school.

His grandpa gritted his teeth and stated, "I have to take you to meet the principle, Mr. Monday". Big Shorty groaned while saying, "I don't want to go to this school". His grandpa gave a light tap on the door and stepped into a large office where a lot of teachers stood around. "Is there a Mr. Monday here?" A well-built young lady with tight fitting jeans sitting behind a desk in front of another office said, "Yes, just a minute". "Damn, she got a fat butt!", whispered his grandpa. "I'm telling grandma!", said Big Shorty. "Shhhh, boy! It's okay to look. Just don't touch", replied his grandpa. Big Shorty cackled, "Whatever, grandpa, whatever".

Mr. Monday stood and gave them a flashing smile as they stepped into his office. "You must be Tyrone and Eddie Howard, his grandfather. How are you doing sir?", asked Mr. Monday. The office was scented with Mr. Monday's cologne. He was wearing a cotton sweater and grey slacks. He glanced down at his gold rolex and saw that it was time for class. "The bus picks him up at 7:00 A.M. and will drop him off at 1:30 P.M.", said Mr.Monday.

P.S. This is my eighth chapter. I hope that you read the first seven and my next chapter will be out in a couple days. Thank you! Please LIKE, SHARE, DONATE!