Chapter 16- Where Orville's life get's thrown in the garbage

In the last two posts I told you about two movies that were popular around 1986. The first one was "The Legend of Billie Jean" and last week was "Mischief." 

I posted about those two movies because they were movies that Orville had on VHS tape when his mother threw out his things. This came after Orville got into a fight at the local VFW hall. I also had a post on the VFW recently. 

Below is an excerpt from chapter 16. All the previously mentioned posts come into relevance here. 

Please enjoy this snippet of a chapter. You can always follow the whole story by buying the ebook "Mix Tapes and Stuff"  at Amazon.com. Here's the link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KFTKCKE/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_KZgyvb1S780EA via @amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KFTKCKE/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_KZgyvb1S780EA via @amazon

School hallways filled with students and noise. Orville still heard Travis say, “Hey Popcorn you’re in the way.”  

“That’s not my name,” Orville screamed to a now empty hallway after Travis went in a classroom. The rest of the day became a blur of people he didn’t hear and classes he didn’t care about. 

Orville walked home alone. The basement reeked of bleach. Parts of the bright rug marked where the couch once occupied since Mother had pushed it against the wall next to an emptied desk. He ran up the stairs to where his movies teetered in a stack on the floor in front of the television. His mother had scattered his Sega joysticks on the floor. 

“Why did she touch them?” he grumbled. The lonely games seemed deserted. 

“This junk has to go to the garbage. If you’re staying up here now, you don’t need all this stuff. Take it to the curb. Not paying the garbage men to walk up the driveway anymore because you don’t want to bring down the street,” Mother said. 

“I don’t want to,” he grumbled. 

“Kicked out of a VFW Hall. Think of the gossip.” She jabbed her finger at his chest. “You had to play videogame shooter guy, whatever it’s called.” 

“It had nothing to do with the damn videogames,” he spat.

“Don’t you ever swear.” She waved him off. “Forget it. You can’t do anything. I’ll do it. Stupid game can’t be heavy.”

Becca appeared from the kitchen wearing her boyfriend’s oversized football jersey. She picked up a joystick and twirled it by the cord. “Want it?” she asked with a scratchy laugh. Orville went for it, but she pulled it away. He grabbed and held on while she twisted the wire around her wrist and pulled. He pulled the wire back to him that broke in the tug of war. 

“Stop it,” Mother screamed “Don’t you ever learn?”

“Ooooh,” Becca croaked. “You instigator.” 

“She started,” Orville said, but Mother waved him off. 

Becca reviewed Orville’s movies on tape. “The Legend of Billie Jean. It’s mine. You’re too young for Mischief. Kelly Preston is too much girl for you.”  

“Leave my stuff alone.”

“I would, but it’s all over the place. Too bad you had a fight at the VFW Hall where Jennifer K’s grandfather goes. He told her and she told Shelly, who told Brad, my boyfriend, who told someone-” She pointed to herself. “That told Mom. Interesting how that worked out. You shouldn’t hog the bathroom in the mornings.”

“I hate you,” he told her.