The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Six.

Chapter Six

When the weekend came, Vincent went to Cyri’s house for the first time. It felt weird. Not because her house was in between both his and Tad’s, because of her past and what her step mother and father would say and do. When he got to the front door, he took in a long, hard deep breath and knocked on the front door. His heart was beating rapidly when the front door opened.

The person who opened the front was this woman who looked like a typical sitcom-style mom. When she saw him, she gave a little smile.

“You must be Vincent.” she said, stepping away from the entrance to let him walk in. Cyri’s house was, bland and clean. There was very little furniture and the floor was made out of wood. Sitting on a couch was this man sipping a beer and watching some kind of sport. When he looked up, he had this sour look on his face.

“Honey, this is Cyri’s friend, Vincent.” his face loosened up a bit.

“Nice to meet you, Vincent.” He said standing up. “I am Mark and this is Heidi.” he walked over and put his arm around Heidi waist. Vincent looked at them and sighed. After hearing Cyri’s heart breaking story about her life, he was glad she had a loving family. He looked into Mark's eyes and saw the reflection of a girl. He turned around and he saw Coraline.

“Oh, Vinc,” she said with a giddy attitude. “come, we have been expecting you.” then she took his hand and dragged him across the house, up a flight of stair and then in front of a door that had the word Cyri in beautiful, curvy letters and the words: Keep Out! in blood-stained letters. “Okay, vamp-king,” she said, shoving him hard against the opposite wall. “You are about to enter Cyri’s room. You don’t touch anything, don’t go near anything, and you don’t talk unless you are spoken to. If you break any of these rules -”

“Coraline,” Cyri’s voice boomed across the hallway. Coraline went back into the room. “Sorry about her. She takes the whole idea about being one of my bodyguards to seriously.” She was wearing a black Marilyn Manson tee-shirt and black bunny pajama bottoms with lion slippers. “So, you want to come inside?” she grabbed his hand and dragged him into her room.

The first thing he noticed about her room was the fact that there were no windows. The walls were pall painted black with posters of various bands and movies. When he finally sat down, all of the people he meet at school were there.

“Okay everyone,” Cyri said, sounding like a leader. “As you all know, Vincent has been DAIKAIJU ever sense Heidi and Mark first adopted me. Now, I find it unfair that only me and Tad have allowed him to know our life stories while you all know his and he does not know your life stories. And in my opinion, that is not fair. So the purpose of today’s gathering is to all let Vincent know who we are. You are to state your name, then revel your life story. Do you all understand?”

“Yes Cyri!” all of the girls responded at once, like an army responding to a general. Vincent was stunned, but impressed non the less.

“Okay Jadis, you first!” Cyri said as she got up and sat across from Vincent.

“My name is Jadis and this is my life story.”

I was born in Manhattan, New York to two lawyers. We had a lot of money, lived in a huge house, and had a life a luxury. You know all of those movies that take place in New York’ wealth society and there house? Everything right down to the maids? That was my house.

My parents bought me everything. All I had to do was point at something, and then I got it. I had plenty of friends. But with all of that, there was one major problem. That problem was, did anyone really care about me? The reason why is because on a few business trips, my parents had literally forgotten that I was there. They treated me as if I was an accessory.

Every time we got back from one of theses trips, there was all of this fighting. My father accused my mother of having an affair and vise versa. I know it was not as bad or as terrible as yours and Cyri’s life, but it was still very bad. It got to such a point that my grandparents had gotten custody over me.

I was happy and I was mad. Happy because I did not have to deal with all of the fighting and the false love. Mad because I missed all of the false love. You see, living in a wealthy society meant that you can have or get what every you want. From the best perfumes and soaps to the most fabulous cloths.

Anyway when I was moved here, I did not like this place one bit. Because I thought when they said we were to be moving to a big city, they meant going to where everything was expensive. Not the suburbs. I felt out of place because I looked so different, talked so different, and over all, acted so different. But everything changed when I met Cyri.

I met Cyri when we were in middle school during P.E. Both of use were walking, and I just started talking. I can not remember what was said but all I remember is that after some arguing, we became friends. And after the formation of the gangs, I ended up being her body guards. Which now leads us to today. Were I have good friends and I am spilling my guts out to a complete stranger. No offense.

Every one clapped after Jadis got done telling her story. Then she got up, gave Cyri a hug, then went back to sit where she originally was.

“Thank you Jadis. Now, Joan, please come up here and tell your life story.” The track girl Joan got up and sat down across from Vincent. Then, she began to talk.

Even though I am American, I was born, and lived most of my life thus far in Japan. The village I lived on had no electricity. You maybe wondering why I have such strong legs? Well that is because my family lived an a farm. I did not go to school a lot because I always had to help out and make sure our produce got in on time. Even though I loved the culture of Japan, I could not stand it at all. The village I lived in had not changed sense World War 2. It was like it was frozen in time. So, when we spoke to the village leader, he said that if we were to leave our village, then, under no circumstances can we return.

It broke my mothers heart, but we decided it was for the best. My mother explained to the leader why we had to leave, and kind hearted as he was, he convinced the U.S. government into booking us a Japanese hotel to stay in until my family can find a house and a job.

A month later, my father (he was from America) found some of his high school friends who were able to get him a job in a deli in Colorado. When we moved there, they surprised us by having a house paid off and having furniture putted in. The house was already picture perfect, so all we had to do was put our clothes away and go shopping for food and then we were set.

In a lot of ways, it was hard for my family when we first moved here because we were not accustomed to electronics and items as such. It was hell for me at school because when I told kids I was from Japan, they had mocked me about it for a long time. Then the kids that were Japanese always got pissed at me because they did not believe that I was from Japan. At the high point of all of my frustration, I met Cyri. She told me her life story and I told her mine. Then, through a miracle, she and I became friends. Which leads me to today.

When she was done, she just somberly walked back to her place and nodded toward Cyri. When Cyri got up she took a deep breath and began to talk.

“Thank you, Joan. Now, Maxine, please come up and tell us your life story.” The little overweight girl got up and walked over and sat across from Vincent and began talking.

Me and Joan are not very much different. You see, I was born in Mexico. Both of my parents were Mexican and I am American. The reason for that is because my mother was a little slut and screwed around with an American. Thus creating: moi.

Now, it was horrible living in Mexico because of the fact that if you are not Mexican, then no one had any respect for you. They think that you came from America to remind everyone of how poor they were. So, when I got the news that my fathers company would be moving us, I was excited. I was excited because we would be leaving a place that I found disgusting and be leaving a place where people treated me with no respect.

I would miss the place because of my favorite holiday: Day of the Dead. I loved the holiday because of the fact that people in Mexico or any other place with heavy Mexican influence would take a day out of the year, just to celebrate the dead. I find it extremely honorable.

Anyway, it turned out that my fathers company was going to send us to Colorado. I was excited due to the fact that I always wanted to live in a place that was ice cold (living in a place that is boiling hot would make you yearn to go some place cold). But, I was not expecting what might have happened.

When I went to school and they found out I was Mexican, they started ripping on me. Started asking me to get them some pot or weed. That is why I hate American entertainment like Cheech and Chong. Because they make it seem like all Mexicans want to do is transport drugs. I know that there are some idiots that do, but my family would never.

Anyway, during a state of being depress, I found Joan. When Joan told me her life story, I was shocked at how people treated her in comparison to my life. After a week of being friends, she introduced me to Cyri and then we became friends. And then, here we are. The End!

She stood up and bowed while everyone was laughing and clapping. Calming down, Cyri stood and began to speak.

“One person left. Coraline, get up here.” When she sat down, the orange girl stood up and happily jumped into her spot and began to tell her life story.

I love crime. I just love it. I love the thrill of being on a chase, the fear that I could get caught and the people you meet along the way. I always watch crime dramas and I thought I knew how to be a perfect criminal, but I was wrong. One day, I stole about five thousand dollars worth of electronics and I got caught. By the order of court I was to spend two months in juvenile prison. In there, I met some rather interesting characters. But one of them, the most interesting of all was Tad.

You see, most of my time in Juvie, I spent with Tad. And over time, we had a relation ship, then, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was shocked when he told me why he was thrown in and he was more shocked as to why I was throne in. another thing that shocked us was that we went to the same school, same class, lived in the same neighborhood and we did not even noticed each other.

So when we where released, which was also on the exact same day, we promised to see each other everyday and we had. But when we got back to school, we were ridiculed because of our relationship. To such an extent that they started calling me a slut. Mostly because I ‘matured’ faster than other girls.

So, along the way, I meet Jadis. At first, me and Jadis did not get along pretty well but over time we did. We mostly did not get along because of the fact that I had a boyfriend and she does not belive in having boyfriends until high school. But, I say if love strikes, then take. Meaning if you find true love, then go with it.

Anyway, after meeting Jadis, I finally got to meet Cyri. When me and Cyri met, we became instant friends. Now, looking back on it, we have became a rather large group of friends. End of life story.

The only thing Vincent could do is drop his jaw in aw. He could not believe the lives these amazing five girls and one boy had. Now, the only life that he had heard that had impacted him so deeply was Cyri’s but still, the lives were so shocking. He could not belive it.

“I will admit,” he sad after some time. “you are all amazing people with, in a sad way, amazing lives. But, in my opinion and my belief, we were all put together for a reason. I am not sure what this reason is, but I belief were destined to be here.” when he was done speaking, he looked at the clock and saw the time. “I am sorry I could not stay here longer, but I have to go.” When he was running down the stairs, he could not believe that he had spent two and a half hours at Cyri’s house, when he got down stairs, he saw Cyri’s parents.

“Is everything alright?” Mark asked as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, everything is alright. I just need to get home.” he saw the look in her step-parents eyes. It was a look of relief. Relief that there step-daughter, that had most of her life been tortured, was finally making some real friends. As he was about to walk out of the front door, Cyri’s parents spoke.

“Remember, if you need anything,” Heidi said, “Then please come and get us. Remember our names are Mark and Heidi.”

“Thanks, Mark. Heidi.” Then he closed the door and walked home, trying to digest all he heard today about his new friends.