Hustle Face On

The immature teenage years, the most bizarre yet crucial. The years were young adults do absolute shit and simply blame it on their sensitive and raving hormones. These such years are normal, according to those under the sun.

The beginning of every school year, the period of tiredness from the wildly notorious December hollies. So many occupied bullets on your “Need’s Sheet”, so many things to do. So much items to purchase. I needed a lot of money, a lot of it at that! Desperate for some petty change. I decided to repeat the yearly routine of marking up textbook prices in order to make myself a decent profit, for the average necessities.

Let me give you an idea of these such prices:

Requirement             Initial amount         My new amount

1.    Life Sciences       R75                           R150

Textbook

2.    Maths Past           R40                           R100

Paper Book

3.    Non-existent          -                               R250

Consumer

Studies Money

4.    Matric Jacket        R390                         R495

                                            Total:           R995

That’s alotta money hey, especially if you don’t have it to begin with. I was sure the ‘job’ would go smoothly as it had for several years prior to the present.

I had informed my parents since mid-January, I wrote it all down on a list. The list had to be taken seriously /shock. I enforced a lot of unnecessary pleasure on my parents, once again I had to play the full role. I had to be serious about it all. On the eve of the due date of all prices (31 Jan ’12),I reminded my parents that the money had to be in the following day, and that I would expect absolutely NO excuses. Richard (dad) decided to ruin my bloody life and stated that he would visit the school to question my somewhat bogus prices. Unfortunately for me Richy happens to be a man of his word.

I knew it was too good to be true when my form teacher summoned me outside the classroom to hear for herself why I would commit such an indecent, cruel act of sin.

As if it wasn’t obvious, I Need Money! It’s already started; they’ve already started looking at me differently. I see it all in just one look; they all think I’m a dishonest shitty kid. Ha-ha  well maybe I am, who gives a shit, because I surely don’t . They nail me down with their pierceful eyes, but they don’t know it all. They don’t know My story.

My maths teacher expressed her views on the presented topic, going on about how the person “who did it” would have surely lost the trust of their parents for a long time. What’s my opinion on that , you should know that I wouldn’t give a rats ass about that shit.”Lose” trust hey? How do I lose something that I never had? How do I feel remorse for something I was never entrusted with? It simply can’t be.

What I can say about this dilemma is that, if given the opportunity once more I would do it again no doubt .In a heartbeat at that!

Later that day I was summoned into the bedroom of my parents, as I tried to tackle my science homework things got a little heated in there. The first order of business was laid on the table with the question of “Why I Did It?”.As if it wasn’t obvious, I needed money damit. They then asked me why I had not asked for it instead,” Really” was my response “...Asking you for money is always an unsuccessful mission. Always in vein” At that moment I was convinced the questions I was asked were specially constructed and plotted just to irritate me to the brim-full. Indeed. Only to be answered with a rather inconsiderate response of “If we give you money you will indulge yourself with booze and fags, with our hard earning money”. I am understanding, I’m not the most of innocent offspring but one never knows until they give me a chance. Am I right. They can’t assume things they haven’t tried, because it’s inconsiderate and just plain bitchy/nobigdeal. But as usual, my feelings are never taken into account. I’m not trying to make this all about myself like most teenagers tend to do; there will be none of that here. I’m just a self anointed Realist.

I informed them that they could keep their money if they want; because I was gonna hustle for cash. Some of us realize this later than others but when you like me you realize at 17 that this is a tough world, and it’s always YOU first. Some, correct that, most of the time you have to step on people to get what you want, in my case I have to try incorporate lies to plot against my own parents just to get some cash out of them. Jay-Z wasn’t lying when he said “It’s a hard not life”. Of course there are kids out there that have it a lot tougher than me, but everyone has stumbling blocks in their lives and this one is one of mine.

Until I device a plan to get money

*Gran(^~^)Dad*