Monday, April 23, 2012

The Boy Who Forgot: A Mom's Mini Story

I wrote this one day after driving up to the high school AGAIN to drop off something my son had forgotten.  He's graduating this year, and today we're heading out to reserve a tux for his prom on Friday. Yes, THIS Friday.  He decided to go.  Then he decided not to attend.  This morning he decided he DID want to go, and texted me with the "news".  Ah, the teen years.  

A Teen Tale: The Boy Who Forgot

Mike ran out the door after his brother Chuck on a dark, cold morning. They ran towards the bus, trying to make it before the driver slammed the door and drove off. 

Mike mumbled "Man, it's fricking dark out here. I can't see crap."

He tripped several times, but was finally on the bus, sitting in his seat. As soon as his breathing slowed, he realized how quiet it was. It's NEVER quiet on the bus. What the hell was going on? It was also still dark. Usually he at least saw the lights of someone's iPhone.  Wait, his eyes must be closed because he was so tired.  He tried to open them. Nothing. He heard his brother voice.

"Mike?" whispered Chuckie. 

 "Yeah, what Chuck?", snapped  Mike. 

 "Where is your head, bro?" he whispered. 

 "My head? What the hell are you talking about?" Mike yelled.

 "You have no head. It's like it fell off your neck or something. Man, this is REALLY freaky." said Chuck. 

 Mike tried to open his eyes again, and nothing happened. He slowly reached his hands up to where his head was suppose to be.  Nothing. Wait a fricking minute, he thought, "I was talking to Chuck wasn't I?

 "Chuck?" he whispered. 

 "Yeah, Mike?" said Chuckie. 

"You can hear me, so how I can be without my head?" 

 "Well, it's kind of weird, but I'm hearing you in my mind." 


 He realized then that all he could hear was Chuck's "voice", but nothing else.  Damn. No head. No ears. No mouth. Damn, his mom was SO going to kill him. 

 "Mike, mom just called me and said I had to tell you something." whispered Chuck. 

 "Great. Was she mad?" asked Mike. 

 "Well, she was actually giggling. But you know mom, she's always had a warped sense of humor.", Chuckie said. 

Chuckie snickered, but it had an edge of hysteria to it. Mike felt his brother grab his arm, and squeeze. 

"She wanted me to tell you, word for word  "I KNEW one day you'd leave your head at home. Didn't I always tell you that you would forget your head if it wasn't attached? Get your butt back home, so I can put your head back on your body! Geesh, Michael, what am I going to do with you?

 "Moms. Why do they always have to know everything? It really sucks," said Mike.

Brenda Hyde has been a freelance writer of home and garden articles for over 20 years, and now she's working on a series of cozy mysteries while blogging about her characters in the fictional town of New Harvest, Michigan. Visit her at http://harvestmoongazette.blogspot.com/ or her book review blog at http://moonsanity.blogspot.com .


Liz said...


Brenda Hyde said...

Thanks:) It's amazing how teens can remember every trick to playing a video game but can't remember to take what they need for school. LOL

Tina Donahue said...

Nice piece, Brenda. :)

Fiona McGier said...

It's that whole, "brain not yet finished, so some areas still under-construction", thing. They mostly outgrow it by the early 20s...mostly...