Truth and Promises
Prologue: It Begins
By: Rickey Wells

Alias: Redneck HillBilly

Making friends and keeping them has always been a problem for me. From the beginning, I didn’t know whether or not I should at least try and be myself or come up with some sort of clever pseudonym for myself. In the end, I found that it was always easier for me to fake who I was, this way I wouldn’t end up hurting someone or vice versa. That’s when Xian, that’s pronounced Sean for those of you who are illiterate, Davenport was born.

Saturday mornings were always a blur for me. It seems that everything that had went on the prior week had just simply vanished and was erased from my memory and I never really found out why. Although I have an idea; I have started thinking that it has something to do with my wanting everything to seem like it didn’t happen because of something that may or may not have happened during that week. Whatever it is, I just wish I can fix the problems before it makes me forget something that could be of some importance; like, binding myself to a promise.

I had woken up around seven-thirty that morning by the blaring from my non empathetic Alarm clock. I had lain there for nearly ten minutes before it took everything within me to pull myself up out of the bed. I don't know what got into me, I just felt like laying there until someone came and dragged me out of bed; but I knew that I had to luster up some will to do it myself, because really, who can you count on anymore in this life?

I get up out of the bed and walk over to my window to see nothing but a white blanket covering my neighborhood. It had been so long since this much snow had presented itself. Usually, we had no more than just snow flurries, so it didn't even stick most of the time. Seeing this snow reminds me of how dad would always complain that he wanted a snow storm leaving ten feet of snow. Now that he is in heaven, I guess he hadsome play into last nights little present for us early birds.

Thanks Dad...