Katton's Path

By: Katho Mim

[Keys]

(BOLD TEXT)- Be It MC/SC Speaking Out Loud Words/Phrases

(Italic Text)- Author Notes/ Bonuses 

(Regular Text)- The MC's Thoughts

MC- Main Character 

SC- Side Character

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Chapter 1: Dawn

Current Date: March 21st, 2019

Time: 11:50 (am)

"GOODNESS GRACIOUS, HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING FAT!" Why do you have to be like that mom? "Oh lord help us, our son NEEDS your blessings" Dad what the fuck, weren't you the one that said you'd take responsibility for me and my health? "Miss and Mister Katton, you may want to look into getting your son into sports of some kind." Damn doc I thought we were cool, I even explained to you why I don't like playing sports… My dad responded saying "I understand Dr. Heller, I'll get on it"

At this point I bet you're wondering what's going on? Well let's start this off with introductions, my name is Jay Katton and today was my yearly check up. You all know how worrisome this time period is, they tell you whether you're doomed or not, tell you what progress you've made, hey if you're lucky you may just get a shot in your arm and sent home with some candy. But not me, I never get that candy, I don't make progress unless it's my height. I'm not doomed but I'm not okay. I'm not tall but I'm not small. I'm not healthy but I'm not in a trashy condition. I'm just not in the best condition, I am the average teenage American. A processing failure… 

Nonetheless you didn't come here to read my sob story, the reason as to why I'm so depressed would be the rising concern of my weight. You see, like I said I'm not overweight or obese, but my weight is a concern. 

I'm 14 and a half years old, I look real good, especially with my glowing dark beige skin, and combined with height of 5 foot, 9 inches I should be getting bitches or that's what my friends say. But everytime both them and I keep forgetting to add in my weight of a whopping 232 lbs. Two hundred and thirty two pounds!! Which apparently means I am 62 pounds OVER the healthy amount. Cause supposedly means that I am expected to be 170 lbs at maximum. Like just imagine yourself as a parent and hearing that about your child. I don't know about you but me personally, I wouldn't be happy bout that. But I'm blabbering too much. Let's get back to my appointment.

After we got into the car, all that followed was complete silence. It took a burp from my dad to break the silence, and that's when my mom spoke up and said "Listen Jay, baby, you know we only want what's best for you but this can't keep happening" I know mom, I know… My father then spoke up "I know I promised to take responsibility for your weight problems but I can't keep this up, you never want to workout, whenever I invite you to do anything you give me a half-ass excuse and try to laze around, like what do you think I can do?" That's because you never tried in the first place, plus whenever I didn't go along with you it's not like you tried harder or forced me to come it's not like you persuade me better… My father spoke again "Well? Speak Boy! What did you think was gonna happen!?" At this point I was on the verge of crying but I responded "I don't know dad, I thought I did lose weight…" Dad then said "And how the fuck did you guess that huh!? You barely worked out, what! You think working out for one day makes you lose weight!?" At this point my voice cracked and I spoke back "I'm not a genius I don't know! It was your job to help me but you didn't, you barely tried, matter of fact, you only tried once a week out of how many other days?" After I uttered that out, my father pulled over and parked the car and turned around faster than lightning, and it was at this moment I knew, I fucked up. He dead slapped me in my face and yelled "Watch your mouth with me boy! I don't know what made you think I'll sit here and listen to you try and pity yourself!!" What the fuck is that supposed to mean!! He continued "WHO WEIGHS OVER 200 LBS? ME OR YOU?? YET YOU WANT ME TO DO MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE DONE!!? I DID TRY, A MATTER OF FACT, I LITERALLY MADE A HOME GYM FOR YOUR DUMBASS TO LOSE WEIGHT AND WHAT DO YOU DO!!??" *Sniff *Sniffs, tears falling one by one I uttered "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I suck at life…" My mother yelled at my father to sit down and looked back at me and said "Listen. You don't suck, but you never really try. That's why me and your father have decided to send you to your grandfather's for the summer."

What did she say?? Grandpa? I have a grandpa? My father then spoke up, saying "You may not know much about him, but he is the reason why at times we can afford to go on those luxurious trips and get you nice clothes'' I responded, asking "Well why haven't I met him yet??" My mom responded "Because he's always busy, I mean for fucks sake, he barely has time to himself as it is" Wait but then why call him up this time around, that's when I spoke up and asked "Well what makes this time different then the rest?" That's when my father spoke up "Listen my boy, I want to start off saying I'm sorry for hitting you, but…" There's always a but! What justifies violence!? My dad continued, "You had me stressed, not because you didn't want to exercise, no, because it made me feel inadequate to teach and help you" Well now that's a first.

For those that don't know my dad, he usually has a "Go get em attitude" So for me to hear him say this, sorta broke something in me, but I don't know what. I mean I still was angry and mad about what he did but this sorta made me hesitant to say anything sarcastic or bad. But I didn't get the chance to stay in my thoughts. My father continued "So, seeing how I couldn't succeed in getting you to lose weight, I called you grandpa to help me out, since he was the one to help me lose weight." I see, so instead of training me, he's leaving me with his own sensei, but wait a second, that sorta made me think… Did dad date his master's daughter??? I spoke up and randomly said "Pops, you nasty, nasty!" He made an awkward face like he already knew, that I knew, what he did. And it seems so because after that he just made a cringe worthy face as my mom continued where he left. "You see Jay, baby, your grandfather is coming to take you to his place, but he also said he's gonna teach while you're over there so you won't be back until your sophomore year." "Huh!? What!?" I blurted out, I mean I literally just got into the highschool I wanted to go to. But before I could retaliate further, as expected, by then we had just arrived at the front driveway to our home. 

These bastards had this planned, and they even had the quadalla's to step out the car and act casual. But I'm relentless with my questions, and so I asked repetitively until they explained why, how, and when did they decide this for me. My father spoke saying "Listen we didn't get to have a say in this matter, your grandpa was very adamant with that being one of his main conditions, you think we didn't try to retaliate it." I puffed up my chest as I breathed out a sigh in defeat. 

As we made our way into the house, a car pulled up and honked its horn twice. Now usually that's a code in our family that translates to spanish being, "hola que tal" which means "Hello, what's up" in english, or at least that's the informal way of saying it. So when I heard those two honks, I thought it would be a family member, but it was someone new. This car looked nice and sexy if I must say so myself. Now listen I ain't a car expert but I can tell it was a good vehicle. It looked to be around a brand new 2020's type of car, you know when they look all cool and efficient like a robot. The tires were black and rims were shiny, and it wasn't slender like a lamborghini but it somewhat resembles a Tesla but more classy you know what I mean. It was clean and shiny, classy but more advanced and as I wondered what type of car that was my dad then said it. Damn that dude really went and bought a Bentley Continental GT. I looked at my dad like a weirdo cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounded like the name of a ship in some type of Sci-Fi video game. But then I remembered. But hey, what am I thinking about, we live in a world where it's normal to sit your ass down and look at a screen while button mashing 6 hours straight. 

Then it happened, the car parked, the door opened and out came a man, he was tall, well taller than my dad that is. He was around 6 foot, 5 inches, he had the same skin color as me and my mom, which was an undertone of beige. He seemed to have some wrinkles but not too many and none of them stood out, in all honesty he seemed to be in his late thirties. He had short, curvy black hair but it seemed that some of those strands had turned white. Then that's when my mom said it. "Papa!" I turned my head so fast to look back at her that I think I cracked it. 

"Hello sweetie, oh come over here and show your old man some love" said the strange man, who is apparently my grandfather. Oh my goodness, of course he's the grandfather mom and dad were talkin about, I mean who else would my mom call papa?? The man slowly began to approach me and my mom. For every step he took my heart would only beat. I was nervous very fucking nervous. I mean think about it, what was I going to say to this guy "hey there Gramps". "How's it been", "oh sweet seeing you here". Like seriously this was the first time I've ever met the guy. First impressions are pretty important, y`know. But I couldn't indulge in these thoughts for long as he was now standing in front of me, looking down into my soul with his dark brown eyes.

Not gonna lie, that 8 inch difference Was really messing with my head because this dude looked like a fucking giant in my eyes. Then he spoke up and I froze as he said "So you're my grandson huh? You're the spitting image of me when I was younger, that, or I am just getting nostalgia because my ass is just old. HAHAHAHA!" At first I was confused, but once that 1 brain cell kicked in I started with a chuckle, then that led to full blown laughter. Like damn talk about an introduction, this really will be the dawn of a new age haha…. 

END OF CHAPTER #01

(Character Profiles)

[Mom]

Name: Violet Katton

(Post Marriage) Name: Violet Mendez

(Formal) Name: Mrs. Katton

Age: 37

BOD: May 18th, 1982

Height: 176 (cm)

Weight: 147 (lbs) 

Personality Type: ESFP

[Dad]

Name: Jason Katton 

(Formal) Name: Mr. Katton

Age: 39

BOD: July 17th, 1980 

Height: 186 (cm)

Weight: 185 (lbs) 

Personality Types: ENTP 

[Grandpa] 

Name: Juan Mendez 

(Formal) Name: Mr. Mendez 

Age: 59

BOD: April 9th, 1960

Height: 198 (cm)

Weight: 215 (lbs) 

Personality Type: INTP