His name's Anthony, but everyone calls him "Eddie" and "Cheddie". He's basically the godfather in the form of an intense 15-year-old kid. He would be a regular Sonoran white trash wannabe gangster if it wasnt for his careful demeanor... The very way he carries himself is powerful.
It's easy to offend him. I myself managed to do so on the very first day i met him. I jokingly asked if his neighborhood-what i now percieve as the carefully oiled machine that it is- was a white trash neighborhood. In hindsight, maybe advanced sarcasm wasnt the best idea for an entirely new group of people. But i did insult his beautiful creation.
He has somehow earned the devotion of every teenaged boy, and most girls, in the townhomes. Even through his cruelty is a subtle, calm resolution and self-assurance that his decisions are best. He expects full respect from every being within his control. He gives the respect he knows he deserves up untill his trust is broken. Not that he fully trusts anyone besides Shawny, and even he doesnt try to get too close.
Eddie is not to be challenged. As far as I've seen, only one person ever has: his brother Mikey. But even then it wasnt a real opposition, and it wasnt even given a real consideration; in fact, it was almost completely ignored. Eddie knew he didn't need to provide a response. Everyone knows what happens when you try to stop Eddie.
It was a regular night, with most of the guys hangin around Cheddie's place, playing basketball and listening to a new beat they were thinking of freestyling to. Kelson must have said something earlier that Eddie didn't "appreciate". He most likely saw the slight pause of Eddie's shades in his direction, and the charactaristic tightening of his lips. Maybe it was subconscious. But regardless of the revealing indication, he knew to run. He sprinted across the street and through the allies to the park.
He never made it. Cheddie the general led his troops in an exhillarating pursuit of his latest victim. They jumped their friend-their brother-one of their own and beat him down. It wasnt meant to hurt him, just break him down. To show him what happens when you go against the pack. I had stayed behind and listened to the recording of someone i love's voice. I knew what was happening. I turned my back as best as i could. Cheddie the general and Shawny his second in command returned first. "Where were you? You missed all the fun." I'll never forget those words. After brutally hitting one of his good friends ceaselessly for minutes, he returned and called it fun. This is Eddie the general.
He sees me watching him. He knows I'm studying his actions. He doesnt think I'll figure him out. Thing is, I'm closer than he thinks. I understand the hows and whats, all thats left to learn of him is the whys. Why do you smoke? Why do you chew? Why did you used to paint? Why don't you anymore? Why don't you smile? Who made you this way? Why did you train your men so strictly? Why do you shake their hands? Why are you Cheddie?
Someday I'll know; someday I'll crack him. But until i do, he will be the one kid who managed to break me and earn my full devotion and respect without bothering to remember my name.
It's easy to offend him. I myself managed to do so on the very first day i met him. I jokingly asked if his neighborhood-what i now percieve as the carefully oiled machine that it is- was a white trash neighborhood. In hindsight, maybe advanced sarcasm wasnt the best idea for an entirely new group of people. But i did insult his beautiful creation.
He has somehow earned the devotion of every teenaged boy, and most girls, in the townhomes. Even through his cruelty is a subtle, calm resolution and self-assurance that his decisions are best. He expects full respect from every being within his control. He gives the respect he knows he deserves up untill his trust is broken. Not that he fully trusts anyone besides Shawny, and even he doesnt try to get too close.
Eddie is not to be challenged. As far as I've seen, only one person ever has: his brother Mikey. But even then it wasnt a real opposition, and it wasnt even given a real consideration; in fact, it was almost completely ignored. Eddie knew he didn't need to provide a response. Everyone knows what happens when you try to stop Eddie.
It was a regular night, with most of the guys hangin around Cheddie's place, playing basketball and listening to a new beat they were thinking of freestyling to. Kelson must have said something earlier that Eddie didn't "appreciate". He most likely saw the slight pause of Eddie's shades in his direction, and the charactaristic tightening of his lips. Maybe it was subconscious. But regardless of the revealing indication, he knew to run. He sprinted across the street and through the allies to the park.
He never made it. Cheddie the general led his troops in an exhillarating pursuit of his latest victim. They jumped their friend-their brother-one of their own and beat him down. It wasnt meant to hurt him, just break him down. To show him what happens when you go against the pack. I had stayed behind and listened to the recording of someone i love's voice. I knew what was happening. I turned my back as best as i could. Cheddie the general and Shawny his second in command returned first. "Where were you? You missed all the fun." I'll never forget those words. After brutally hitting one of his good friends ceaselessly for minutes, he returned and called it fun. This is Eddie the general.
He sees me watching him. He knows I'm studying his actions. He doesnt think I'll figure him out. Thing is, I'm closer than he thinks. I understand the hows and whats, all thats left to learn of him is the whys. Why do you smoke? Why do you chew? Why did you used to paint? Why don't you anymore? Why don't you smile? Who made you this way? Why did you train your men so strictly? Why do you shake their hands? Why are you Cheddie?
Someday I'll know; someday I'll crack him. But until i do, he will be the one kid who managed to break me and earn my full devotion and respect without bothering to remember my name.
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