Tyson's Unpredictable Life: A Coming of Age Story

Hi, my name is Tyson. I'm just your average 16 year old kid. Nothing too fancy about me. I was born in Seattle, and lived here my whole life. My parents were from India, but if you looked at me, or talked to me, you'd never believe I was Indian. I didn't have that typical accent people thought ever Indian person had, I didn't wear long robes either. Instead, I wore black jeans, Vans shoes, and a hoodie or jacket to school. I was a breakdancer, and happened to look the part. Breakdancing was what kept me alive at most times, mostly because dance kept me going, or because I was a way I could express myself freely. I had also never had a girlfriend before. I had liked a few girls before and asked one or two out, but never dated anyone. It wasn’t that they thought I was unattractive or anything, I was 5’9” tall (Pretty average). I wasn’t too skinny, but still considered skinny. What you would think of when you think of an Asian breakdancer, and just to clarify, YES, India resides in Asia. You’d think geography would be well taught. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
Well, it’s January 7th, 2014, and I’m a junior in high school. I was excited to get to school finally after spring break, because my parents had bought me a brand new 2014 Mazda 6 GT. I couldn’t wait to show it off. Then again, the most I would get were the occasional glances. I wasn’t a loner that no one knew, but I wasn’t a popular jock either. Only reason people knew me was because I was on the school’s Hip Hop Club which performed at every school assembly, and because I was nice to everyone. Little did I know, my kindness would come back to bite me eventually.
I woke up early cause I couldn’t sleep, and went downstairs to the basement to play some Xbox. Some of my friends had already got the new Xbox One for Christmas, but I still played on an Xbox 360, which was fine by me. After a little bit of racing on MX vs ATV Reflex, I decided to take a shower, and get ready. I walked into the shower, took off my clothes, and turned on the water to HOT. I loved hot showers. A little weird fact about me was that since we had a dual shower head, I’d aim them at the floor of the tub so that I could lay down with my back rested to the wall, and have the water splash on my chest and my legs, so I could close my eyes and just relax in the shower. That’s exactly what I did, and after I almost fell asleep, I heard a voice from outside the door.
“Get out already tweeb,” said my annoying 13 year old sister. She really knew how to ruin a good morning. I quickly stood up, shampooed my hair, and turned off the shower. “In a minute sis,” I shouted out the bathroom, as I wrapped the towel around my waist, and looked at my face in the mirror. The ProActiv acne medicine was finally kicking in, and I couldn’t spot a single zit on my face. I grabbed the hair dryer and gel, and began to style my hair in an Asian spiky sort of way you’d see from some of the local breakdancers in Seattle downtown. I opened the door and as I was about to sprint to my room, I nearly collided into my sister, who looked shocked to see me. I had forgotten my clothes in my room, so I just spun past her as I barged through my door and locked it. Behind me I could hear her say,” What a freak.” I smiled, as I unhooked the towel and tossed it on my bed. I walked to my closet butt naked and picked out a pair boxers, khaki chino pants, and a super thin hoodie. I don’t know what you would call them, but they were like paper thin. On top of that I wore a windbreaker jacket to use for windmills after school at hip hop. I walked out the door and headed downstairs for some breakfast. I passed my dad in the kitchen who was sitting reading a book.
“Hey buddy, ready for school today?” He asked.
“Yea dad, I’m good. Oh and also, I’ll be a little late after school. Miriam wants us to start practicing for the Winter Sports Assembly in three weeks.”
“Alright that’s fine, and bring home some Subway when you do, your mom had to go to work early and won’t be back till late night.” Was the last thing I heard before I was out the backdoor and ready to go.
My dad stuck his head out the door and said,” Um, this is the backyard, isn’t the garage, that way?” I just smiled, and jumped the fence over. I walked around front, and just stood. My prized possession, and my beauty, stood gleaming in the morning sun. Bright red, with a turbo engine, and speakers that could be heard from anywhere, was my car that I couldn’t stand to be without. My friends had told me to slam it and add coils and change the suspension thingy majeeg but I had no idea what that all meant. I just knew how to drive; I couldn’t work the ins and outs of a car. I unlocked the car, and sat down in the cold leather seat. The great thing about these newer model cars was the button starter. No key ignition required.
Ten minutes later, I was blasting down Highway 9 with Pompeii by Bastille on the speakers. I liked to get to school early, to avoid the rush so I just sat in my car for the next fifteen minutes scrolling through Facebook on my phone. I checked my phone, and realized school was about to start. “Shit,” I mumbled, as I sprinted out the car, locking it on the way. I ran to the entrance of the 200 building, and ran into my 1st period photography class just as the bell rang. Most people were sitting down already chatting, so I figured I was safe. I just nodded up at one of my friends, and took a seat. Two minutes into class, and I was already beginning to drown out Mr. Davis as he lectured about Time Magazine photographers and the studios he’d been to over winter break.
“And as the magazines are produced and the pictures printed, the photographers are given credit on the little corner, so as to give them proper credit to their artwork. You wouldn’t believe the Photography studios that Time has down in Seattle Downtown. It reminds me of my youth when I …” And on he’d go about his life. By

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