Hip Hop Entity

"Rock on!" I yelled out, at the paraders. They just continued to toot their tubas and bang their drums down the street, unphased by me. The crowd was cheering wildly. This St. Patrick's day was quite vibrant, green leprechaun hats and streamers to go around, people even little kids having fun and waving their streamers.

Someone said ," Look!" and pointed. I looked and their was a parade float, with SpongeBob. "Oh, god," I muttered. I went down the street looking for a hot dog stand. "Hey, Summer," they called. I looked and my old friend Wayne stood, smiling and waving. His male friend Gene stood there. I smiled and laughed, and turned. I had to get something to eat. Pushing my way through the crowd, I dodged carriages and people with canes, and couples too intent on each other to notice me. Another time, I would have tried to catch the bus and escape to the mall, but this time my friend Ned was meeting me. I got to the hot dog stand, and ordered one with relish and mustard and stood looking, enjoying my parade lunch.

Suddenly, I got a tap on the shoulder. It was Matt, my neighbor. "Oh, hi," I smiled up at him, this guy was over 6" in height!

"What're you doin' here," he slyly asked.

"Oh, I'm meeting Ned," was my simple reply. I nodded, looking out into the crowd. I sort of was hoping he'd show up, soon!

"Summer, there you are," he came out of nowhere and cradled me in his arms. Finally, I thought. Matt shrugged and slumped off. Ned looked at me and brushed a tendril of hair out of my face. "Who was that?" he queried. I kind of smirked. "That guy that lives over across the street from us, you know him." I replied. We watched him walk away, he was all the way down the block. He was kicking (stuff.

"Come on," Ned said and we walked the other way. We made our way into the park and sat down on a bench, amidst the remaining noise from the parade. It had drowned out since the park was like a block away, but could still (be heard. Stragglers were racing to get their seat. I kicked the grass with my pink ballet style slippers. Ned was checkin out other girls. I sighed and leaned back in the bench. My brain all of a sudden, (Went to a different land. It was where the waves crashed upon the shore, and..

"Summer! Summer!" I started. "You've been sleepin," said the nice lady. I looked around.

"But where am I?" There were palm trees and a hammock, and a little cabannah in the distance. I looked suspiciously at the lady. Where was I?

"You're in the S. Pacific, my dear." She brushed my hair out of my face. That reminded me of Ned.

I got to my feet. " But where's my boyfriend?!" She looked at me, puzzedly.

"No, as far as I know, this trip is booked as a solo vacation." she got up. "If you want to continue your dream vacation, you'll have to sign some forms. Right this way, please." I followed her toward the sunset, wondering what she meant.

" I don't want to sign forms, I want my boyfriend!!" I screamed. I think I actually hit her.

"No! No!" I was fighting and woke up, again except this time, it was back in the park on the bench. Ned and another person were trying to stop me from swinging at them. "Summer!" I stood up as these two people watched. I all of a sudden went straight upward, into the sky. "Oh, could you pass the toast," my sister was saying to me. Sure, and I did. Then I landed back down. Hard on my butt. On the bench. I looked, and laughed. My sister was taunting me, from above. I think Ned was trying to hold on to my hair. I was wildly wacked, suspended between worlds. I give up. The End.

Epilogue: Ned and Matt became friends, and started to hang out. They practiced drums and were in the next parade. Summer became a hot dog stand attendant. The parade continued to be a yearly activity of the city, until they got a phone call from the 'S. Pacific airline', that demanded the payment of a 1,000 dream trips. Everyone shook their head and wondered what to do. My sister met and befriended the 'bougieman', and they were never seen separate or apart. The city was noted in the yearly records as being popular and active, businesses booming and transportation flourishing. Soon, there was one who became president from that town, and this is what they said, (of the city:

It is a grand, and friendly place, people take you in and give you shelter. Everyone is very supportive and down-to-earth, and can take care of themselves. No one belittles anyone else and we all get along. Smiles and cheers ensued, when that speech was heard, but one thing remained. The dog park. A place of rest, and retirement, a playground and basketball court, somewhere to walk your dog. 'They built it here just for us', the people claimed, and I believe it was true. For a long time, with the dog, I did not know what to do. Now I sit and write.

Note about the author: 'My childhood was good, we were actively going on trips, playing sports hanging out and doing activities, but then on a dime, things took a turn for the worse. Mental health was diagnosed, and separateness felt. Now things are pretty much normal, but getting there was the gard part. God bless you all.'

A complementary poem:

I sit in my house,

Quiet as a mouse,

Also wondering if there's something to eat.

I've already eaten,

Mine enemies I've beaten,

But still I would like the street.

I exist.

I think that makes people pissed. :D

- summer