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Soon to come: The story of young Jaren Watson. An African American youth growing up in Harlem New York in the late 1950's. when Jaren's mother dies he is sent to live with his grandmother in Harlem. Follow Jaren as he discovers the secrets of his mother's past and grows close to his grandmother. First installment: 2/1/05 chynadoll1987 · Sun Jan 30, 2005 @ 04:12pm · 2 Comments


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	Setting: Harlem New York 1950's Plot: Youth goes through changes while living with his elderly grandmother. release: 2.1.05 Offline chynadoll1987 · Community Member · Sun Jan 30, 2005 @ 04:14pm


	installment 1 Forward you're probabaly thinking that this story is going to be like all of the rest. some boring drawn out saga about a boy and his grandmother. In truth it is about a boy and his grandmother. it is really your job to see the underbelly of the story. the purpose and the understanding behind the small boy name Jaren. Who is Jaren but some messed up kid from the inner city? Why is he so special? He is the boy down the street, the one with his eyes low and his hood around him like a blocade. It is story that I am going to tell you that will expose young Jaren for who he really is. not just the boy down the street. [U]sunday Morning[/U] The sun was peeking through the dusty yellowed curtains. It was the sun that woke him that morning. That pulled him from the deep sunder of his sleep. He peeked out of one eye and saw the sun spread across his bed. He could hear the gentle chirpings of a baby bird somewhere in the distance. Was this really his to behold? He was not sure that being such a city boy that he should be enjoying this simple country bliss. Still he pushed his blanket back and jumped onto the maple wood floor. It wasn't too cold or too hot that morning. It was a perfect country morning, he thought, for picking berries and for playing stick ball. It seemed now that the sunshine seemed to fade and the dreariness of his own world began to set in. This was no sunlit room, nor a fine country morning. It was dark and cold and the sunlight was not visible. He was sure that he did not deserve to see the sun. He remembered what his grandmother had said to him the night before. she had held him closely to her and whispered into his ear. she had told him that he was a good black boy, that he was smart and handsome. that was one thing he had. The sweet love of his grandmother, far more precious than any rising sun. So it was here the sunday morning he had dreaded for a week. Today was his grandmothers funeral. [U]not a child[/U] He dressed quietly then, before the Robinson's had the chance to disturb him. These kind people who had taken him in when he had lost his world. when he was alone, he still was alone infact. Mrs. Robinson had tucked him in the night before and told hi mthat his grandmother was in a better palce. Jaren hadn't really heard or half heard really. He had been recalling past memories of his grandmother. That cold wintery day when he turned thirteen. when the snow had locked then into their own provatew world. when Jaren could relax and truly love his grandmother. When the rest of the world was silent and when the broadcasts were off the air. When the Lone ranger's guns had been silenced and Zorro had drawn in his sword. He would fall asleep spread across his grandmothers fuzzy carpet. sometimes he could feel the gentle touch of her as she rubbed his back with vicks vapor rub. He could relax then, not like now. now he stood in the mirror. He saw not a child but a man. a man who was alone again with no one to love him. Was he looking at himself or was this his father? Was he becoming his father? that was the last thing he wanted, to be anything like that useless lump of coal. suddenly there came a bang on his door. Jaren jumped then walked to the door instinctively. It was the face of Mrs. Robinson looking on him. "Child you about ready?" she looked him up and down with a somber look. Jaren was blank a moment then he spoke, " Yes maim I'm ready," he blured out. " Ok well I'm gon' be wakin Alfie and Sammy, you be downstairs," she patted him loosely on the shoulder and turned. "Thank you Mrs. Robinson, " he found himself replying. a faint smile spread across his face. Mrs. robinson turned around again. "Boy you don't need to be thank'n me you thank that lord above, " she laughed deeply then started down the stairs. jaren turned back and looked into the mirror. He adjusted his tie and followed mrs. robinsons' way down the stairs. when he reached the kitchen he could smell ham frying with grits. He closed his eyes and pictured his grandmothers face. "Hey Jaren!" Someone hollered at him. It was Alfie and sammy was right behind him. their cheerful faces seemed to light the grayness of the day. He smiled hastily and sat on the bench in the kitchen. "how you sleep Jaren?" alfie asked him with the grin only a five year-old could give. Jaren shifted his eyes from alfie to Sammy, then back to Alfie. He picked up a fork full of grits and sucked them into his mouth. " Well someone put peanut butter in my sheets," He replied forcefully. Alfie suddenly burst into laughter. sammy looked at jaren with his face full of eggs and his angry look. He was nudged by Alfie and he too began to laugh. Mrs. Robinson cleared their plates and shooed them from the kitchen. "We best be goin' boys, " she wrapped and arm around Jaren. He took Alfies hand who took Sammy's. They turned towrds the door and Mrs. Robinson wrapped a firm hand around the iron handle. It turned slowly with a metal clicking. They stepped outside and pulled it closed behind them. It was raining and the four walked slowly together up the sidewalk. Installment 2 Soon to come! Offline chynadoll1987 · Community Member · Sat May 21, 2005 @ 04:23am

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