Wilbur

By Jess L. Young

Wilbur Morgan is a teenage boy who grew up in poverty but has been given the opportunity to go to a well-educated school. Unfortunately, like most schools, Wilbur has to endure both mental and physical bullying from one of his classmates, Sebastian Lucky, the principal’s son. Wilbur also has a chance to romance the most popular and wealthiest girl in his class, Trudy Mack. Just as things get harder to deal with, like his nickname, Pig Devil, he tries his best to stay positive for his younger twin sisters, Tony and Brooke. However, the struggles of his home and school life may be causing him endless nightmares, and his mind begins to break down. Are these nightmares some kind of visions or even an alternate reality? Will his romance cause him to become blind to what his nightmares are trying to tell him? Is it possible that the advantage of this wealthier lifestyle is a trap? Or will it be too late by the time the answer appears from the mysterious man you’ll encounter with Wilbur along the journey?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662458866

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Day 1

Introduction—Lifestyle

It’s a cold autumn day, and I am awoken by the buzzing of my alarm. I lie there for a moment, trying to reach over and smack the button on my alarm, but I miss a few times. Finally, I get it. I open my eyes slowly and start to stretch. What was with that dream I had? I stand up and slowly walk across the bare wood floor that has openings to where you can see the room underneath.

One of these days, I’m going to fall through this floor, I say as I yawn and head into the bathroom. I stand there, looking into the mirror and gazing upon myself. Why am I so filthy? I guess I forgot to wash myself last night. I fill a small bucket with lukewarm water and begin to wash the dirt off my face and out of my hair. After a few minutes, I pull my medium-length hair out of the water, and it looks blond again. I rub my towel on my hair to dry it off and brush my teeth. My teeth sparkle like my blue eyes do. My small freckles break up the pale complexion. Once I’m finished, I undress and start scrubbing at my slender, muscular body. Unfortunately, we have only one shower, and it’s not working, and we only get so much water a day to share.

I live in a three-bedroom house with my mom, Kelly; my dad, Patrick; Uncle Robert; Aunt Lynn; and my two little sisters, Brooke and Toni. It’s a very cramped house; I share a room with the girls so that my aunt and uncle can have their privacy. I honestly don’t mind, though. They are quite a bit younger than I am. Brooke and Toni are twins and the most hyper eight-year-olds I’ve ever known. I honestly don’t understand where they store all that energy; I mean, they’re only half my age.

I finish up in the bathroom and hear my aunt Lynn walk out of her bedroom. I honestly can’t stand her; she walks around half naked all the time and doesn’t have a job. I feel as if she is setting a bad example for the girls. Personally, I don’t understand why my parents let these buffoons stay here. My uncle Robert is a complete drunk and constantly hitting on my mom in front of my dad, his brother. If it were me, I would have kicked their sorry asses out a long time ago, but I get told, That’s not very mature, Wilbur. We need to respect family in need. They’re in need, all right, in need of a good foot up their bums. My uncle Robert constantly calls me Little Pig and is constantly arguing with my dad—money this, money that. And it gets old after a while. What I really want to know is if they have no money, how can they afford to buy cigarettes constantly? There is never a moment where one isn’t in both my aunt’s and uncle’s mouth. Their smoking habits are absolutely disgusting, with constant snacks between breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and even snacks between meals and dessert. I hoped that all the poisons in those things would killed them by now, but they haven’t. I sound like a terrible person, but I’m not. I just can’t stand them and their lifestyle and just wish they would go somewhere else and do it.

I hear knocking on the door, and I quickly clean up the bathroom and open it.

Yes? I ask. I look at her, and her long black hair is matted up, makeup is smeared all over her face, and a cigarette is hanging out of her mouth.

Move, I got to go, she grumbled.

I roll my eyes and walk out and go back to my room and start to wake up the girls. I sit on the edge of Toni’s bed and look at her, sleeping like a baby. She has long dark-brown hair and bright blue eyes, like the rest of the family. I glance over at Brooke, who is Toni’s fraternal twin. She has short blond hair.

Girls, it’s time to wake up now, I say as I see them snuggle up in their blankets more. I sigh and get up and go into the closet and start picking out my clothes. If you don’t get up, I won’t make you pancakes. I smirk as I hear them jump out of bed and stand behind me.

Will you really make us pancakes? Toni squeaks excitedly.

I smile and laugh and ruffle her hair. Of course, I will. I go over to my bed and pull the curtain across and start changing. This is the only way I can have privacy from my sisters, and they listen well for the most part. They still get into my stuff, though.

I go downstairs and see the sink is completely covered in dishes. I just stand there and stare at it and see the door open in the kitchen, and my uncle walks in.

Why is the kitchen filthy? I snap.

He closes the door and looks at me. Morning, Little Pig, it’s nice to see you, too, this early. To answer your question, it hasn’t been cleaned yet.

I tap my foot impatiently and bite my tongue and breathe in deep. Well, how am I supposed to make breakfast when you can’t even do the one job you were given? You were up all night, so how come you couldn’t clean? I demand. I see a smirk grow on his face, and it drives me mad. I feel like lunging at him like a wild tiger, ripping off all his limbs and putting them in the trash. I only have anger issues when it comes to him and his wife.

Listen, Little Pig, when you get to be my age and have a beautiful woman who’ll bounce on your lap at the snap of your fingers, you’ll understand, he says as his shoulder pushes me out of the way. I feel sick. The thought of them having sex makes me want to vomit. It’s bad enough to get woken up in the middle of the night most of the time because they don’t know what indoor voices mean.

I find a pan and clean it up and get what little ingredients we have and make pancakes for Brooke and Toni. I put them on the table and call for them to come down. They rush and race each other down the stairs and sit down and start eating.

Toni, how come you haven’t brushed your hair yet? I ask, and I grab a brush and start working on getting the knots out.

Uncle Robert was rushing us out of the bathroom, she says with her mouth full.

I sigh and clean them both up the best I can while they are eating. Girls, hurry up and grab your backpacks. You’re going to miss the bus again, I say as I pick up their stuff. They put their plates in the sink and grab their bags, give me a kiss, and run out the door. Who needs kids when you have two adorable little sisters? I say as I grab my bag and head out the door for school.

It takes almost half an hour to get to my school, and I’m usually always late. My mom and dad work two jobs, and they aren’t home much, so I do my best to help get the girls off to school. I was accepted into a private school that is funding me. My parents have fees to pay, but they told them I am exceptionally intelligent. Whatever that means. But since my parents must share a car and no buses can make it down to where I live, I must walk. It’s good exercise and all, but I also must walk in the most terrible weather conditions.

I get halfway to school and see some of the kids I have classes with walking. They aren’t very nice to me most of the time. They make fun of me because of how poor my family is. When I transferred to this school, I made sure no one knew my full name, which is Wilbur Lucfer Morgan. I know what you all are thinking: That isn’t how you spell Lucifer. Well, my dad was sick as a dog when I was born and my mother was doped up on pain medicine, so when it came time to put my name on the birth certificate, she misspelled it. It’s still pronounced with the I, just not spelled with it.

So aside from getting called Little Pig, Pig Boy, and so on, I hate when people find out what my middle name is because I end up getting called the Pig Devil. I could hurt my parents for naming me this. Like, was there no other option? I just tell everyone to call me Will for the most part. The unfortunate part is one of the kids who pick on me is the son of the principal, and for some reason, he knows everything about me, and it’s super annoying.

As I walk by those kids, I hope they won’t realize who it is and leave me be, but with my luck, they don’t. Good morning, Pig Boy! one of the guys yells out.

I keep walking, ignoring them and not returning a comment. I don’t even have to turn around to know that was Sebastian Lucky, the principal’s son. He is also the most popular kid in school. He lives down Dime Street, the wealthiest place in Cubone. My teachers and the lunch ladies are the only ones who seem to like me.

Cubone is a desirable county to live in, if you have money. When people go on cruises, they get taken to the beautiful part of Cubone, and we people who are starving and fighting to keep our homes and put our children through school don’t get a second thought. No one wants to be realistic and see the big picture. Where there are wealthy, there are poor. It’s simple, and it’s in every country.

I feel someone grab my shirt and wrap their arm around my shoulders. Ignoring people who tell you good morning is pretty rude, you know, Sebastian says, pulling me close.

The stench from his pits wafts up my nose, and I push him away. My bad, I didn’t hear you say my name. That, and I figured you rich bitches would have the common decency to put on some deodorant. I mean, I have no money but manage to smell good. I smirk. I can tell he’s not amused, and his eye twitches. I look at the time on my cheap watch and start walking. Catch you smelly friends later.

I finally arrive at school and get to my locker. You can find my locker easily. It’s sad. Someone, Sebastian, thought it would be cute to spray-paint my locker pink and put pigs all over it. I am the one who got in trouble for it, however; Principal Lucky thought I was trying to be the jokester and whatnot. But they finally looked at the video footage and saw that it was the one and only Sebastian. Boy, it was so funny watching him get yelled out by his dad in front of the entire school. I open my locker, and for once, there are no threatening notes that fall out. It’s nice coming to school and having a normal morning. It gets old after a while having to go report notes to the counselors who do absolutely nothing. I grab my things and head to my first class, math.

Sitting in my math class, I am bored to no end. I have already finished my work when the teacher calls up Trudy Mack. Trudy is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She has long red hair that rests at her waist, bright green eyes, and freckles on her cheeks. Her body is tight and is proportioned perfectly with her hourglass figure. She is so kind and gentle and has the prettiest smile. What I wouldn’t do just to have her notice me. I probably wouldn’t even know how to talk to her, honestly. She goes up to the board and solves the problem with ease. I forgot to mention, she is wicked smart.

Our teacher, Mr. Fenway, has the class form up in groups of four to solve the classwork. I usually get stuck with whomever doesn’t have a partner and then end up doing all the work. We turn in our work, collect our homework, and the bell rings.

I slowly start to leave the room when I notice that Trudy left her agenda in her seat. I run over and grab it and see what her next class is. She has AP English next. I run out of the room to find her class. I go up to the second floor and hear the bell ring as I find her classroom. I open the door, slightly out of breath, and everyone looks at me.

The nerdy-looking teacher stands up. May I help you?

I feel slightly intimidated but clear my throat, as I hear some kids starting to whisper.

Y-Yes, is Trudy in this class? She left her agenda in math. I was bringing it to her, I say quickly. I see Trudy