(A/N: A lil short story about how our favorite denizens of Woodcrest would do without their precious source of guidance and wisdom, Huey Freeman! Even though they don't listen anyway...Hope you enjoy! :D)
Huey Freeman, ten years of age, had always been a boy of great wisdom and intellect in the lily-white town of Woodcrest. Disciplined, Serious, and Sarcastic, he was often misunderstood by both peers and adults alike. His appearance was rather strange, yet intriguing as well; Caramel-tinted skin, deep burgundy eyes and a wild, unusual-sized afro, the kid looked as if he were a Black Panther in training, which very well may have been the case in his future. His heroes were Huey P. Newton, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X...Almost any sort of Afro-American Revolutionary, past and present. Many children looked up to superheroes, parents, or cartoon characters. He merely shook his head whenever he was reminded of this. A very different child indeed.
This young intellectual lived with two others in the beautiful suburban neighborhood. His younger brother, Riley Freeman, was nearly a complete opposite of Huey. Reckless, Idiotic, and a gun toting gangster-to-be. He cared little about anything relatively important, such as the news, school, or respect for others. He constantly used swears and slang, not caring who heard him, even if it were their crotchety, angry grandfather, who just wanted to live the rest of his days in peace. Robert Freeman, or "Granddad", was not afraid to resort to whipping his grandkids if they irritated him. It was a very interesting household, each day bringing new adventures.
Granddad and Riley tended to get into the most trouble with irresponsible decisions. Huey's role was the wisdom or guide of the family, seeing as he had the most common sense. However, little attention was ever paid to his suggestions. Every warning the young revolutionary would give would fall on deaf ears. Most of the time, the two didn't pay much attention to him at all, and saw him more of a nagging 'parent' than a grandson or brother. This also lead to Huey's more secluded 'loner' nature, for no one understood him. Not Riley, not Granddad, nor the Dubois.
Tom Dubois, a law-abiding government worker who was black on the outside, but white on the outside. He was goofy, polite, but cowardly and somewhat of a crybaby. He always thought the little ten year old neighbor boy who spewed conspiracy theories had an active imagination. Huey did, but that never convinced him that his theories were wrong. These two didn't get along well either. Tom's wife, Sarah Dubois, was more of a laid back risk taker, disappointed by her husband's ways. Nonetheless, she loved him, hence why they married and had a biracial daughter: Jazmine Dubois.
Jazmine....She was the closest thing Huey had to a best friend. A giggly girl with large orange pigtails, bright green eyes and skin just a shade or two below white, she would always follow him around. They were opposites in a way as well, with her being optimistic and perky, and him pessimistic and cold. Oddly enough, they got along better than Huey did with anyone else. Despite her not understanding him much either, he felt she was a good source of unbiased compassion and listening. Sometimes an ear was all he needed.
Even though he liked his seclusion most of the time, being one that no one understood was a frustrating thing for him. He could hold no intelligent discussion or debate, and didn't have anyone who could really relate to him. Add that with no one really listening to what he has to say, and it equaled one miserable kid. He told himself to just deal with it, but one day, he decided that it was the last straw...
"Hoo! Obama won the presidency! This is a milestone in Black History, boy!" Granddad grinned as the TV replayed scenes of the election and Obama's victory. Huey was reading his newspaper as usual, looking bored. "First of all, Granddad, Obama's only half black....and secondly, he's probably going to get shot one week into office.". Granddad turned to him with a glare and a frown. "I don't wanna hear that talk now! Don't be jinxing Obama! Nobody gonna be jinxing Obama in MY house! You better respect him!"
"I do, Granddad! All I'm saying is---"
"Aye, Granddad!" A higher pitched voice rang from the kitchen, belonging to Riley. "Is it aiight if I throw some grease on the burner to make it go hotter?". Huey looked toward the kitchen incredulously, wondering what on earth was wrong with his brother. "You can't be serious...". To his utter surprise, Granddad responded with a lazy tone. "Go ahead boy! And be quick about it! I'm hungry!"
"Granddad, he can't throw grease on the burner! It'll set the whole house on fire!" Huey exclaimed, sitting upward on the couch. The elderly Freeman waved his hand carelessly. "Boy, you think too negative. Let the boy do what he wants, as long as it gets me a free meal!". The young Freeman couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't they know any common sense? Quickly he stood to try and remedy the problem before it even began, but it was too late.
With a small explosion, Riley was sent flying and skidding to Huey's feet, coughing and charred a little from the smoke. Immediately, Huey ran to go get the fire extinguisher. Granddad leaped up, eyes wide and heart pounding. "Oh my goodness! My beautiful kitchen! HELP! FIRE!". In the hysteria, both Riley and his grandfather panicked as the kitchen was set ablaze. "Granddad, we gon' die!!" The corn-rowed child shouted.
Speedy footsteps rushed into the kitchen with the fiery blaze, and a fire extinguisher was pulled out. Boldly, Huey Freeman turned it on and sprayed the entire kitchen with the white, bubbly foam. Finally, the fire was put out, resulting in a smoldering, blackened kitchen. Luckily, most of the kitchen appliances were still in tact, despite the new color. A sigh of relief came from the boy, leaning himself against the wall. Riley and Granddad peeked in before entering. Not a single word of thanks or gratitude was given; no acknowledgment of Huey's bold actions.
"My kitchen! My beautiful kitchen!" Their grandfather mourned. Riley turned to Huey with a frown. "Nigga, why din't you TELL me i was gon' set the kitchen on fire!?".
This infuriated the older Freeman sibling, returning with a glare. "I tried to tell Granddad, but he wouldn't listen! If I told you, you wouldn't have listened either! Neither of you ever do!". Granddad looked to him. "Because you're usually wrong!". "And you gay!" Riley felt like he had to add. With a frustrated sigh, Huey tossed the Fire Extinguisher and stormed out of the room, eventually out of the house. The two left looked at each other.
"Whas' his problem?"
"I don't get it, Jazmine....Why wont they listen to me? I can understand that I get a little annoying sometimes, but even you can figure out that grease on a burner equals a huge fire!". Huey threw his arms up. He tended to unload his feelings on the sweet little girl. As mentioned before, she was a good source for compassion, and a good rant box due to her being a listener. She looked up at the sky, fingers toying with a flower. "Well...Maybe they'll listen to you from now on! I mean, you did save them, right? Surely they thanked you!"
"They didn't...." He grumbled in bitterness. "Not a single word or hint of gratitude...Just criticism. They had the nerve to ask me why I didn't stop them, when I clearly tried to with Granddad! I can't take it anymore!". His tone was getting louder, which intimidated Jazmine a little, but it felt good to him to unleash it. A moment of silence passed before Huey stood up with a sigh. "They don't want to take my advice, or appreciate anything I do, then fine. They don't need me." Jazmine stood up soon after and looked at him. He continued to speak. "I'm packing up tonight and leaving..."
"Leaving!?" The biracial girl gasped, pupils shrinking. "Where are you going? What will you do?". She hated the thought of losing what she could call her best friend. Huey turned to look at her, burgundy eyes filled with the utmost seriousness. "Anywhere but here. I'm sick of all this. They can fend for themselves..."
As he began to walk, Jazmine latched onto his hand, trying to keep him from going. "Huey, no! They're your family! Maybe if you talk to them---..."
He turned to her, looking her dead in the eye, but with an odd softness rarely witnessed. "Jazmine...You're the only person in this neighborhood who has ever bothered to listen to what I have to say, or even care about my opinions. I'll always be grateful for that..." Slowly, his hand withdrew from hers. "However, I'm not going to stick around where I'm not needed. There's no point." Again, Huey turned from her and began to walk. "I may be back...or I may never return. We'll just have to see."
"Huey!" Jazmine called out, but there was no stopping him. She stood for only a moment with her arm outstretched before lowering it as he disappeared into the distance. Her hand drew close to her chest as an uneasy feeling welled deep within her heart. Huey was definitely serious about this; she could feel it, and it worried her.
Late into the nocturnal hours, Huey stood wide awake, packing many things into a backpack, including a couple of weapons for protection. Riley was sound asleep, snoring away the Z's. Huey glanced back at him every now and then with a mixture of sadness and bitter feelings. Once he was all packed, he quietly crept out of the room and down the stairs, past Granddad's room. He heard a snort, then soft snoring from there.
Where would he go? How long would he be gone? Even he didn't know, but the young African boy didn't care at the moment. He stepped to the door and looked behind him into the cozy living room, with big comfortable couches, a wide screen television, video games, snacks...He would be leaving all of this for an unknown amount of time. With lowered eyelids, he murmured quietly to no one in particular.
"Let's see how you'll fare with me gone..."
With that he opened the door, and closed it gently behind him.
Rather short but oh well. Hope you like! Next chapter soon.