Chicago:
Obsessive: A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling: compelling motivation. (2013, Merriam Webster)
Excessive: Exceeding what is usual, proper, or necessary...(2013, Merriam Webster)
Tavis
Excessive: That's my word for today. Mom said I needed to learn it because she was so tired of hearing me talk about vampires and anything related to them. She said that I needed to know how close to sick I was, and how unhealthy my passion for a creature that's not even human is. It was so bad that although I was only ten, I had resulted to begging my dad, who by the way is the reason I'm obsessed with Vampirism, to allow me to be like them and stay in during the day time and conduct my affairs at night.
Conduct was my word last week; compliments again of mom, who said I needed to learn how to conduct my behavior while out and about with Aunt Jill, who's also my day sitter, and my sister Olivia. While Olivia eats up any thing that Jill says, I can't stand being around her because she has a rare disorder involving house plants. I'm not saying she's crazy, or anything like that, but she has some weird obsession with those things. They're accumulating around her home as if she has her own green house. I know a person can love plants but seriously, I'd diagnose her with OCD if I could, because the woman has a plant for every season in her home.
She started out with having them as decorations, but ended up using them on a habitual basis, in a ritualistic way. That was about two years ago. Now she makes sure the house is the right temperature at all times, she is always vac cumming and cleaning anything with a plant in site, which is everything in her home.
She has them in the bathroom, in Olivia's room upstairs, my room down stairs- everywhere, they are covering the living room, of course neatly, but it's so bad that you can barely walk through her house. She even has them hanging from her kitchen ceilings like lanterns. I don't like being here because ironically enough, the soil makes my allergies flare up, but mom says I'm a hypochondriac- Which I am not! I just don't want to end up sick or in the hospital dead somewhere before I get the chance to turn.
She and dad are lucky they don't have to go through any of that. I know what it's like to be sick for days on end and believe me, it's no fun. That's why I want to become a vampire. There is so much about my mom and Stefan that is so cool, that I just can't wait til the day my chance comes along, because I'm taking it. I'm going to dive head in first and not look back. Why would I need to when I will be able to vanish anywhere I think of in my mind, communicate with my family when far away and I will also be able to have a super strength that succeeds anything known to the human race.
I mean, I'll even be able to hear from the other room without straining my ears against the door. Another thing that has me fascinated is that I will become an even better warrior than what I am as a human. I am good at being on my feet. I love Karate and am quite advanced at it for my age. I am also good at spells, particularly casting and protecting. I can put a protective spell on anyone or anything I want. Once I put a protection spell on my sister's diary and she couldn't open it for a whole week. It took her that long to figure out that's why it would never budge when she tried to open it. After chasing me around the living room, demanding that I take the spell off her diary, she threatened to beat me to a pulp.
While I was good at using my body for martial arts, my sister was very limber and quick with her moves. She was so fast that often times, she beat me when ever we spar. This makes her excellent at fighting with weapons of her choice. She's like a buffy the vampire slayer in real life, except for she's black. However, while she's buffy, I am great at balance and doing things on point. I push myself in everything I do. My dad also says I have a gift for learning because at ten, I have a vocabulary that would blow most kids my age out of the water. It's easy for me to learn anything that has to do with reading, writing, science, which is my favorite subject, and history. Science is my favorite subject because we get to build things in class and experiment to see how they work
My parents and I- including my other two siblings- have traveled to many many places around the world and it's been fun, at-least about as much as we could have from a mother who has to be around us twenty four seven. My mother is so paranoid that it took her three years to even allow us to leave the house after what happened to Stefan Jr. the youngest in our family. It was something about a lady named Pearl snatching him from his crib and making off with him for some unknown purpose.
My parents won't explain to me why, it's just the way it happens. Anyhow, I think that my mom and dad need to chill out, especially mom, who freaks out when she can't get a hold of one of us. The only reason she allows us to go with Jill is because she knows that we will be safe with her and the fact that me and Olivia are humans, makes it least likely for anything to happen to us in broad day light, she encourages aunt Jill to do all that she can with us during the day time. We go to school, go to the mall, hang out with our friends, do all things that normal teenagers our age do, with the exception that we under no circumstances use what we have learned on others. No magic, no fighting and no weaponry, just good old fashioned fun.
I think she's trying to make sure we enjoy our human years because she no longer has hers and there are times that I think she misses it. She's been a vampire for seven years and she often complains that the only times she gets to go out in the day light is when it's raining out or in the winter, after the evening, right before dusk.
She says the summer is too hot and that it burns her flesh when ever she even opens the front door. I tell her that's because she's meant for the night, when life is fascinating and everything that's worth observing is observed. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but man, that woman complains about everything. It's amazing that my dad doesn't walk around with plugs in his ear.
I honestly don't knows how he handles the billions of complaints she make all the time. If she's not fussing at me about proper clothing for the season, she's fussing about my sister's horrible taste in music. My sister is pure hip hop and pop. I like some hip hop but mostly old jazzz. She always say I'm a grown man stuck in a young boy's body.
Aunt Jill says I have an old spirit. I agree with her, because I find the mall boring and I find most kids my age trivial. I don't like sports, that's what I believe Jr. the youngest of us will be into when he gets older. Six years old and he can already throw a football. I don't like television or movies.
I prefer anything structured,with an educational back ground to it.I'd rather sit around building science projects with my dad or going through his extensive collection of library books, where he has everything from the Grimm's brothers to Tom Sawyer.
I don't mind being outside, as long as I can go off into the woods somewhere just to inspect the insects and animals. I know, all of this may sound dull and boring but hey, what's a kid like me to do? Become dumb down by what they consider entertainment now a days? I think not...I'd rather keep my intellect any day over that mess. The cartoon I hate more than any of these stupid things is sponge bob.
I'd really like to go shoot the guy in the head who made that moronic cartoon. It makes adults look like brainwashed idiots and besides, I swear sponge bob and Patrick are gay. Sponge bob may just have an I.Q. So low though that he eats crayons on a regular basis. There is nothing I like about that cartoon. Most of the shows I like are ones that were out when my mother was a kid. I swear the nineties was cool and I wish I could have lived back then. The shows make much more since. Are you afraid of the dark, all that, hey dude, salute your shorts. Yeah, I like those. My favorite is goosebumps. R.L. Stine is the man. Doug, yeah, I know all the greats. They had a less acid trip imagination in my opinion. It just makes since.
I think they tried to become creative for my generation but instead ended up with the stupid stick if you know what I mean. Anyway, enough of how stupid my generation is and back to what is the real purpose of this voice recording...
"Today I wanted to share with you about how old I plan to be when I become a vampire..."
My tape recording was interrupted as the door to my room opened and my sister came in, threw herself on my bed and looked up at me, "Hey El Stupido." I cut the record button on my tape player. "I'm not the one with straight f's on my report card." I stated.
"Hey, I didn't get all f's. I managed to hit a home run with a D this semester." She smirked back.
"Congratulations, there is a p-sized brain in that head of yours." My tone was full of sarcasm.
