Thread: Monochromatic Factors Of X and Y  -Dearest-

My name is Oleander Cassy Alexander and I am 24 years old. I grew up in the suburban part of San Fransisco where I did absolutely nothing with my childhood years. My mother, being single since my birth, did everything she could to keep me on the right path in life by working for what seemed to be the majority of my, and her, childhood. What did I do to pay her back? Absolutely nothing. I graduated in the very bottom of every single one of my classes. I skipped out on every responsibility I had in life to hang out with my friends and party despite her constant pleas for me to straighten up and move forward in life. She would always say things like What are you going to do when I'm not around to take care of you anymore. and You are going end up in a bad place with some really bad people if you keep this up. But the more she complained, the worse I got. It got to the point where I barely came home and if I did we simply argued about everything under the sun. I wish I had paid better attention. Little did I know my mother was telling me what she couldn't tell me out right. I have cancer. She passed away about 2 weeks after I turned 18 and I have been bouncing around from friend to friend ever since. People ask why I just don't go live with my family but I don't feel right about doing that. I feel so guilty about the whole situation with my mom that it feels like I don't deserve to be in a home with family who loves me. So here I am, still bouncing around. But... I'm finding her harder and harder to keep friends who want me around so I've been living street wise for about 3 weeks now. There is one person who I can think of that I could get help from, but I'm I bit to assumed to tell him that I'm homeless and starving. Nonetheless I think I'll just go visit an old friend and keep the story to myself. It would be nice to see a friendly face... Olly let out a long sigh as he stepped off to Bart train and on to the yellow platform. He dug in to his pocket and gathered the small amount of pocket change that he managed to gather on his trip into the city. His dark eyes scanned over the crowed searching for a pay phone, which he spotted tucked into a near by corner. Picking up his feet he took in a large breath and swallowed down his jitters and started on his path to terminal trying to convince himself to make the call. Surprisingly enough, the idea of contacting his friend after such a long time to be rather nerve-racking. What if he was like the rest of them who thought he was nothing more than a freeloader. What if he wanted nothing to do with him anymore due to the stories he had heard through the grape-vine. He found the idea of being turned away by the one friend he had left to be horrifying. At least, if he didn't contact him he had the hope still there of having someone who he could go to had he needed too. This phone call could very well strip him of all home he still clung on to. As Olly though he felt his resolve quickly weakening and before he could think too much about he hastily picked up the receiver, stuffed the coins in to the slot and quickly punched in the number, hoping that it was still active. Olly head his breath as the phone began to ring. Three times, three full rings passed before someone answered. It took a moment for it to process but as a second Hello? came from the other side of the phone a smile parted the mans thin lips. Hey kid, guess who.