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The Love of Summer (Concept book)

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The Love of Summer



Chapter 1: Summer Morning



Running.

Something you always got to do in life if you want to succeed, ‘tis what my dad always said before he passed away. The world was said to be full of wonders, such simple stories that make life itself seem like a mere walk in the park. Sure it does have elements of that but... But after years, all of these built up wonders and hopes diminished; leaving only a cascading shell of what was the mountain I hoped to climb. A mountain of which turned out to be nothing but a hill after my experiences.

Back then the locals would call me “Kid” Maximus. My real name was James Kiloude Maximus, but y’know how nicknames form. I use to be quite the trouble maker in those times... Haha, it sure was a laugh worthy experience after looking back – Sometimes.
Enough chatter talk. This story is about my past life, past enduring and such. I lived out in the open fields at the time, raised by a white family but I never fitted so I ran away, miles on end. Yeah sure it was stupid but at the time I was a real sensitive kid. Always used to get teased by the local whites y’know? I was living in Arizona; it was fairly empty since it was left by the Mexican colonisers somewhere ‘round the early 20th century. But it seemed better than my previous life in that family.

It was early, real early, maybe around 6am from what I remember. The clouds up high were settling to a slow pace.  I was just scrounging around the dump and local news from the nearby TV store was yapping on about some stuff about a war with the Vietnamese or something. I was only there to find some spare junk to build with – Not to find food, obviously. There was a lot of murmuring beyond those rusty iron linked fences. Even the smell from the local bakery was deceased as a result. The least I could hear was some information regarding the war and troops being sent to death over there; ‘was some hectic stuff. I quickly got out of the place before any eyes caught me, I was somewhat of a mischievous kid ‘round the neighbourhood and so it was probably a wise choice for me to do so. It was around the time where the tree’s would be bright and flowers blossom, those luscious fields and amazing natural scenery would stand out over from the buildings here colonised by the Americans.

I ran towards an open field, this field was pretty much my home, it’s quite a far walk away from that dump but sure enough the nice scenery was enough to keep me entertained every single day and every single night of this place. Those huge trees accompanied by jumble of colours the canyons offered that can be seen from miles away were pretty much anything a kid would imagine in a fantasy at that age. And if you’re questioning – Yes I do have friends, though I was uneducated and hardly knew how to speak a single sentence, I had friends. A white kid by the name of Handel and a girl named Candice. We first met when I was in scavenging in the dump a few months ago, seems like they were the trouble-making types as well since I found them there messing around before they got dragged off by their parents, since then we ended up seeing each other more frequently and sure enough, became friends. Oddly enough there weren’t any other black kids around my place, which left me quite perplexed at the time. If there was a black family at all, they’d be the real rich ones with all the money and the spiffy clothes and all that jazz. I wasn’t even aware of my parents at the time, no idea what parents even were until I was 7! My friend’s parents would always try their best to educate me with words and whatnot, though most of the people there seemed like racists but I couldn’t care less.

Oh right back to the story, I always have this good ‘ole hand held cassette player along with headphones, it had a worn out look to it and had blue and white stripes with a logo on each side, though one side is broken so the sensation of the music wasn’t as good but hey, better than nothing like Handel’s Mum always says, I guess. I’d spend countless hours lying against the tree. The shady bark was soft from the constant pressure I’d put on it with my back, just staring at the sky-piercing rock formations ahead, and the life that thrived in front of it, shrubs, animals and the occasional clouds. I’ve always been a bit odd but like I said, well known with the locals. My so called “popularity” Is fairly mixed, from the typical racists to the people who found my behaviour cute.

I couldn’t always hang out with Handel or Candice; the locals would often stare at us like some sort of satanic creation or something. It was ridiculous, later finding out that I was in the time when segregation ended, ‘wasn’t aware of that though. I’d always hoped that one day world peace could happen. But the people probably reading this are already laughing at the mere fact of world peace. Our childhoods were always an innocent minded bubble, pierced by reality – Ever so slowly...

On that day, as the leaves from the large tree drifted ever so slowly on my shoulder only to be carried by the light breeze, it dawned on me: I could change the world. I’ve always gazed at the TV store that showcased shows and comedies and even the president broadcast, his face seems to change every 4 or 8 odd years... Well later years realising it was a different person all the time! Inspirational music artists like the Beatles or the Rolling stones, Redbone and such etc. They were truly moving. I’ve grew kin to this ambition and wanted to change my life for the better... Back then I was real ambitious, even wanted to touch the moon as one of my dreams but that was obviously impossible from everyone’s mind back then. It amazes how fast civilization grows from one point to the next.

Agh, the story right... I often get lost in thought even back then, leaning by the tree I’d be sidetracked easily, it’s been a trait of me and it’s staying. The sun was already setting as I dozed off after contemplating about such ambitions about life. The stars settled, and shine was only an understatement, I can clearly picture how they looked, glistening with such shimmery beauty against that dark backdrop. It was always a welcoming site for my eyes...
Was a piece of homework but I'm really enjoying the idea behind this, might save it for later :)
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This really good bro:D Keep it up or I'll bug you on facebook like every good viewer should xD ~El Summer