Chapter Nine: The White Sheep

Walking into class that first morning, I wasn't prepared for what I was about to face. I walked in, and realized I was the only white person in the room except for the teacher. I didn't know how to cuss yet, but I was saying to myself "damn". The teacher told me to take a seat and I found an empty chair. Then she asked me to come up and introduce myself to the class. I was like, "OK, great. I am nervous as hell, but why stop now". So I bucked up and walked to the front.

After looking at all the kids in the room, and them looking me up and down like I was a complete dork, the first words out of my mouth were "Hi, I am Tom Carley, I was born in Redwood City, California but moved to Oregon when I was 4", and as soon as I said Oregon, all the kids started going "Wow, that is so cool" and asked me to point it out on a map. I started laughing and they all started laughing and went to a map on the wall and pointed it out and told them what my dad did, and losing Wesley right before moving to Maryland. After I was finished, the teacher said "Nice job, Tom" and smiled at me, and said to join my classmates. And I did. As I reached my seat, some of the kids started shaking my hand and I became really relaxed and comfortable in my new class.

The class was kind of weird too, in that all the boys were on one side and the girls were on the other. This was my homeroom, and we would be going to other classrooms for the various periods and class subjects. When I sat back down, one boy sitting next to me, became really friendly towards me, and his name was Kevin. After class, Kevin and a couple other boys in the class took me out to play basketball with them and at lunch I sat with Kevin and some friends of his. By the end of the day, I was on my way to becoming great friends with him and the others. And thought to my self, "Maybe Maryland won't be so bad after all".

After a couple months of daily school activities, our class took a field trip to Williamsburg, Virginia. It's a town designed to look like a replica of the Colonial period of the country. All the actors walk around in costumes of the time period. One of the highlights was seeing an actor who pretended to be a crook and was seen running out of a store with some items he stole and the sheriff of the town running after him and catching and arresting him. The we continued on our tour and noticed him later when they had a take a pass though a jail and saw him in the jail in stocks. Then when we finished our day at the courthouse, the same actor was given a trial and was found guilty of his crime. Then when we left the courthouse, the entrance is the beginning of a huge cornfield maze. And the only way out is to find your way out of the maze. By the end of the maze, we were all tired as hell and ready to go home.

The trip took a couple hours to from Williamsburg to Salisbury, and as we were going home, Kevin said he had to go pee and was about to pee in his pants. He saw my thermos and asked if he could use it. I said "Sure, go for it" He then grabbed and pulled down his zipper of his pants and pulled out his dick and pointed it into the thermos and started whizzing in it. I was fascinated of course, for two reasons: one of him peeing, and two of my curiosity of what his black dick would look like. When he finished peeing, and as he handed the thermos back to me, I accidentally dropped it, and broke the lining of it. This forced the fresh pee, to leak on to my hands and pants. He started cracking up, and then I started laughing. By the time I got home, I was smelling like piss, pretty bad. When I was picked up by my mom and dad, they both asked "What Happened?", and told them the story I just told you, and they laughed too.

Around April of the school year, we were in class, when we heard this alarm go off. Then the principal came on the loudspeaker and told us a tornado warning has just been sent and that there was a tornado being formed in the outskirts of Salisbury. Inside I screaming "TORNADO!!!"...but outside staying calm. The teacher then told all of us to keep away from the windows and to get under the desks. After about an hour, the warning passed and we were allowed to go home for the rest of the day.

Dad picked me up and on the way home, we saw damage to some of the buildings in town. That scared both mom and dad enough to make a decision. We were going to move back to Oregon. He decided to quit the company he was working for, and he would look for something else. And so we packed up, at the end of the school year, I said goodbye to all my teachers once again, and to Kevin. We rented another Ryder Truck and traveled back across the country back to Oregon. We moved in with my dad's brother. He lived in Gresham, Oregon and we have been in Oregon ever since.