The Paratactic Law of 180

By Eniefiok Akpanikat

Fiction cycles to lyrical poetry, to stanza poetry entries, to the picking up of fiction again but much to all too true realism in the last few chapters. Excellence of a former juvenile, readers will come to find in an older Chance who has the ambivalent makeup of the last chapter to end the first fictional account. All that has changed is that he is more entrusted with a feel of confidence which he names the archive group to discourse. Readers can play with the rereading, with affirmation of geometry, with plot and friendships thanks to these very chilling reasons to rethink discourse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798891570993

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The Paratactic Law of 180

Eniefiok Akpanikat

Copyright © 2024 Eniefiok Akpanikat

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2024

ISBN 979-8-89157-083-2 (pbk)

ISBN 979-8-89157-099-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Part 1

A Teenage Lover Boy Who Likes Music Too Much

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Part 2

A Teenage Lover Boy Who Likes Mature Women Too Much

Part 3

Law of 180 (A Teenage Lover Boy Nine Years Removed)

Part 4

Irregardless

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

About the Author

Part 1

A Teenage Lover Boy Who Likes Music Too Much

Chapter 1

S o what do you want to be, Chance, when you grow up? asked the head librarian at Rolling Hills High.

Institutionalized, perks Chance not losing the chance to talk back pointing himself out to the would-be witty teenage high school workupable boys who are this time like every time caught in frenzy towards Chance.

Chance is lost on them how he could stand out so much even when now that he is in high school the older adults also take notice of him. This dynamic between the older and younger is for different reasons than just the younger to younger one-upping on how to have fun.

What's your deal, do you not like sharing? asked as administrator pulls apart student from the head checkout desk to the sides return desk closer to the exit. An exit from the myopic view is the only exit of the librarian feeding frenzy on all things consumerable. The teenage heartthrobs, the smarts, the books, the Southern drawls, and overall the lounginess that can only be found before school in the cafeteria before the library and the rest of the school is upstartable for first class.

Chance is reeling because he only ever thought he would have to compete with his parents in life for wittiness. Now it seemed as every adult specifically not in high school thought to pull one over his best side. Even directly to Chance in his face were these older people in his very own high school. It was lost on Chance that the things he walked into weren't actually only his.

He piques, Yeah, I did it for stylings. He continues, People like me for me as much as they go here for negative reinforcement.

The administrator quickly catches on that Chance has a sense of social facilitation where he surprises himself on how lucky he gets to show off what he hitherto did not disclose to himself of that which he learned or rather congested. Tell me more, says the older gentleman.

I used to be the guy who stayed after school for any reason I could find so I could keep my parents to myself and not show off of sorts to kids. Chance continues, They know that since we are biracial and nobody knows because we're dark that we could have extensive backgrounds even through teaching ourselves what to be happy on instead of about.

Wait, so you like are already grown up, feigning library gaslighting by the older.

I think that just about all the time. breaking down every remaining word is Chance for his stylings.

I have a challenge for you. In these next few years try to be the kid who is not afraid of other kids, warning and enabling by the older.

Chance skittishes off at this not even knowing if he should smile to the former kids that overheard him as he realizes a chance to be the better of the dustup with old adults by talking down to them, but of course to people more like Chance and less like the curious administrator.

These were days that lumped into one another as the first week of a new school was done with and the next week had begun. In high school, every week that it was, was the next week after the football game or the next week after the weekend partying or practicing. The kids like Chance took chances to study during the classes that were after or next to harder not a moment lost kind of classes. And the remainder of yet-to-study topics Chance used to consider after school but now people of all sorts took a liking to him and even though it was late to sign up for fall sports people of all sorts actually spent time together giving out party favors.

Chance's first high school party was the tailgate last Friday before the start to the season football game and he couldn't miss it because people set up for it before school was over for the day and even the older kids who were looking forward to being adults sometime soon had obstacles plenty to contort upright. The older kids though busy all the time made the most of their faces and chasing of things to do to pass down their prospective leadership abilities. College was scores away and Chance had an epiphany that he couldn't be bothered with it if it meant a year or two of having to have cowardice in his mind. What could make you a collegiate student instead sucking the bliss out of life? Chance could not imagine. He always knew that even finding a partner for him would be in terms of his parents giving him certain positive reinforcing side glances and leading questions about whatever girl he brought home. So college in his mind, could never do that to his two favorite fun-loving people. However, Chance could be amiss of how immature his parents were considered to be towards professionals in this upbeat catchall no-child-left-behind world.

Forget it, Chance, no, says Martina

How could you not? retorts Chance knowing where he and Martina stand having just met at the first tailgate of the school year.

The music is blasting on a table to the right it some of the teacher's playlists, the same teacher who apparently condescended to Chance earlier having asked him nothing about college. Mr. Brak is the older gentleman not so far taking a look at the tailgate DJ booth he set up. Not for him to DJ but for a student requested one to stop by and play his best and most diverse playlist starting with jazz and mixed in Beethoven and violin riffs he found on the internet.

Chance continues, It's just church, not marriage.

No, a bunch of people know I showed up to talk to you, remarks Martina.

At that, Chance smirks and knows he has the edge of what dynamic he holds with boys his age and more so with girls his age. Though both not of a sexual nature. I think so but here no one cares, and we all need people to care about…us, says Chance saving the best of his poetry for the end of his stylings.

There's my friends here remember? notes Martina who doesn't leave off a beat, Some of them knew you from last year and one remembers giving you an epic makeover in the fifth grade.

Maybe never will be that thirsty for friends ever again not even in college, pontificates Chance knowing what he knows about his future.

Oh, I know this is the best high school can get, flirts Martina and continues, we need to feel like we are college shadowing enough so that when we all go we pick a close-knit college town like the ones we're from.

You want another soda. Chance playfully sits down on empty table that was not needed for music booth and then feigns up, ready, standing and alert to induce a yes from Martina

Yes, for now, says Martina, empty can in hand.

All in all, Chance has fun with people his own age when they don't hassle him about all his insecurities. College not being an insecurity rather than a quarter for people to bash his religious parents and family with their newly awakened attitudes that each faculty and student always has.

Chance reaches the cooler booth with nobody at table where he first opens the ice and water cooler before he closes it and remembers that he has to leave soon before he rejects Martina and the giving of soda to her. This happens before he has the chance to ask about what her friends say about him, the ones that knew him, and the ones that will say as much as they can about Mr. Brak without letting on that they like him, too, along with the senior girls he gives more worldly advice to as part of his bid to be a counselor at the school or even to be in some delegation to the head office at the school for involvement in a student issue.

Marcus, Chance's dad pulls alongside the edge of the parking lot having circled onto high school grounds of the campus through an entrance to the faculty lot on the other side of school. The car makes sly zags through the median colors of the street in an attempt to get Chance's attention without honking. Chance, already looking up, is facing both Martina and his dad. Chance quickly zooms off towards the open rear-seating section of the 2021 Toyota van model, Marcus having remained in the car to open the automatic doors.

Guessing he will have plenty of fun without her at the church retreat, Martina gives a placquered wave almost queenlike to her subject Chance, who darts away from her liquid courageous less, sodapopless, swagless.

Hey, Chancer, Chance's black dad casually remarks looking from Martina to Chance as he hangs his elbow on the side of the door almost looking to pick up with a cheesy line for Martina too, but he is thirsty for Chance's recognition of him in the very least as this time is when Chance is always picked up from school.

What is that, it's just Chance, says Chance hopping in and only caring to hold onto his father's conversation as well as hold onto his bag over his lap hugging it close as there is no manual need to close the door. The bag will now be his main safety bag if ever his dad got rage taking the wheel.

They pull off and alongside the tailgate than off onto the main road looking in any direction that it is well lit up by the slightly diminished once high risen sun.

Yes, Jesus loves you. Marcy stops the guy talk over leaving a girl hanging, But you cannot be asking out girls yet.

Dad tell her differently, flippantly orders Chance.

You're in high school and you go to church retreats for a reason, son, says Marcus. Why can't you leave your personal life your high school girls won't be around forever.

Exactly I am in school, I am in school now, but not forever, taunts Chance.

Go get your retreat bag ready, almost both say by his parents. They hold eye contact with each other as Chance leaves the entrance way to the house by going inside the house as they are huddled talking out by the car parked curbside.

Chance leaves his parents as he usually does: grateful for not having to raise his voice to get a voice through to his parents. His mother is a bit older than his dad so he is their cherished only son and they never give up on him in his stylings because eventually he gives up on his own argument just like when he self-deprecates in school around friends he is effortlessly an extrovert and does take chances to be more friendly. Sometimes he surprises himself about how much he can put himself down but the jeers from crowds he finds himself in as part of