((Yeah, so ... we haven't updated this in awhile.
So, I had some free time on my hands, and I decided to. I think this one might have been a bit better than the last one. Right then. Enough of this, on with the update!!))
Moral Dilemmas = Suckage!
From the mind of Bonny Beck
Hey, you fellow teenagers out there: If you think you’ve ever faced some moral dilemma of somekind, try living my life for a day. Saying ‘no’ to peer pressure – y’know, all that stuff they have those programs in school for, like drugs and stuff – it’s a toughie, I know, and I’ll grant you that. But at least you know to say ‘no’, and it’s only saying it that’s the tough part. Confused? Let me explain.
My sister, Cal, she’s being trained to be a negotiator. Follow in Crow-boy’s footsteps. Pilot that mechanical miracle, the big black megadeus itself, the Big O. You know, all that good stuff. She’s a Smith through-and-through, despite her last name being a total contradiction to that. She’s even getting the Griffon eventually – maybe even soon. Yeah, you heard me right, the friggin’ Griffon! So, as you might have guessed, she’s got a pretty innate sense of justice, despite the other half of our lineage; she’s totally Crow-boy’s favorite. I actually don’t envy her a bit – well, except maybe about getting the Big O and the Griffon – but that’s not the point. I’m happy for her, she gets to do something that I know she was born ready for (not literally, but you know …).
Well, I was born ready for somethin’ too. You know what that somethin’ is? Crime. Allow me to explain myself.
You know how, as you may have guessed, Cal’s totally Grampa Smith’s favorite? Well … I’m totally Grampa Beck’s favorite. Why? Because all those genes that Cal got, Mom’s genes, I think she got all of ‘em, even mine. And I think I must’ve gotten all of Dad’s genes, even hers. What I’m trying to say is that, while she’s a thorough-bred Smith, I’m a thorough-bred Beck. Mom’s never approved of Gramps’ influence, and I know that Dad was a bit hesitant about it at times, too – but the fact of the matter is (and I know this, ‘cause he’s told me before), Gramps wants me to be his ‘heir’. That means, he wants me to do what Dad didn’t: follow in his footsteps, take over his crime legacy once he’s long gone. Yeah, so … moral dilemma much. I’ve been raised for this, practically – no, really. I know so much more about crime than a kid my age should. I could pick a lock in an instant, for example. That’s just an easy trick of the trade, of course, but I know so much more; I wouldn’t dare reveal what he’s taught me here, though.
Part of me knows it’s wrong. But over the years, that part of me has grown smaller and smaller. So, fine, I’ll admit that I’ve become quite the punk – but what the hell else am I supposed to do? You might be saying, ‘Well, she could just buckle down in school and steady hard and try to change her ways.’ Ha. Ha ha. That’s a good one. First of all, none of those stupid friggin’ teachers at school even think I’m smart enough to read a friggin’ book. Which is way wrong, by the way, because I’m plenty intelligent – honestly, I am. I get great grades. But they still think of me as some dumbass delinquent who can’t do squat, and so, I’ve sorta grown a bit of resentment towards school over the years. Once again, Mom hates that I don’t try at all in school, but … it’s not like I like seeing my Mom’s disappointment. In fact, I hate it, I really really hate it. But once again, I’m stuck between pleasing my Mom’s side of the family, or pleasing my Dad’s side of the family.
By the way, just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, Grampa Smith and I don’t have the best relationship in the world right now. He doesn’t trust me; I know, ‘cause I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. It probably doesn’t help that I call him ‘Crow-Boy’, but I know that’s not all: it’s because I’m like my Dad – who, amazingly enough, is like his dad. And I don’t need to get into the hard feelings between him and the Negotiator, ‘cause I’m sure you’re well aware of ‘em.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do? Do I continue to follow in my grandpa’s footsteps, or do I turn over a new leaf? … Hm. I dunno, my brain hurts from all this ‘deep thinking’ crap – I think I need to give it a rest for tonight!
Though, I've already told you that ... but ... whatever!