I was angry that I was failing math. I was sitting outside alone. My farther's voice was still stuck in my head. He was reading the letter from the principal, telling me how poorly I did on math. I was hoping for the best on my next report card because if I did okay on my report card, I might play basketball with the Scorpions. That had happen two nights ago and I was now thinking how am I going to pass math. Also report cards were due in a week. I could study more time on math. But how am I going to pass math if report cards were due in a week, its impossible. Besides I don't like math its my least favorite subject. I wasn't good at math. I wished I was good in math but I'm not because its my least favorite subject.I might be the only boy in Harlem that is not good in math. My farther wants me spending more time studying math. But the more time I spend studying on math I still don't understand the math problems. That is why I am not good in math. I wish I had a tutor to hep me on math. I stood up and I was about to go inside because it was starting to rain. But than I thought of the math books that were waiting in my room. If I went inside and not study my math books, my farther would tell me to go into my room and study my math books. Then I went walking down the street. I saw an old abandon building I saw that the door was not all the way open but it was open. I pulled up my collar I looked both ways if I saw any cars. I ran to the door and went inside the building. I saw that there was light coming from the windows. I entered another room, it was a very large room. there was an old table against the wall.. In the corner it looked like there was a pile of rags or a torn mattress. There was a couch that was broken from one side that was in front of the window. I went to the couch, I sat on the side that wasn't broken. I thought I heard something but it was gone. Then I heard the noise again. I went to the window and I was thinking that the rats were making the noise. I was about to look outside, when I heard a voice behind me. The voice behind me threaten me with a razor.
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I was afraid of whoever was behind me. whoever was behind step closer, I turned around holding my breath, I could feel my heart beating fast. I saw half of the person's body. I saw dirty shoes, there were legs that were wrapped in rags. I asked him who he was, I almost did't recognize own voice. The figure said he was Lemon Brown. He asked who was I. I told him that my name is Greg Ridley. He asked why I was there. I told him that it was raining outside. I couldn't remember his name but I knew that it was Lemon or Orange. The figure came into view and I could see that he was an old man, he had wrinkled face,he had white hair. He had layers of dirty coats on him. I saw that there was no sign of a razor. I asked him why was he here. He told me that he was staying here. He asked again why I was there. I told him that it was raining outside. He asked other different questions like if I had a home? I told him that I got home that I live in.He also asked me if I was one of those boys looking for his treasure?, I told him with a smile on my face that I am not looking for his treasure if he had one. He says that every man has a treasure, he also says I am not too smart because of not knowing that. I asked him what is his treasure, if it is gold coins. He doesn't tell me what is his treasure. I'm thinking that he is a weird guy. He tells me his name is Lemon Brown and they used to call him Sweet Lemon Brown. He says he sung the blues so sweet. I asked him what happen to him. He says that hard times had happen to him. I say sorry about what happen to him.
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Lemon Brown asked why didn't I go home when it was starting to rain.He also said that the rain doesn't hurt young people at all. I told him that I just didn't go home. He told me that he used to have a boy who had eyes like me and that he used to call those eyes moon eyes. He told me that just look at those big eyes and you could see anything in those big eyes. I asked why he gave up the blues, he told me that he didn't gave up the blues that the blues gave up on him. Suddenly Lemon Brown asked me if I heard something. I listened and I heard something from outside the building. I looked at Lemon Brown, he was walking towards the window. I went to the window and I saw three thugs were outside, one was carrying a pipe. I looked back at Lemon Brown,who went to the window and looked outside.He signal me to follow him,for a minute I couldn't move but I find myself following him. We go into the hallway, I follow him up the stairs. We reached the top of the stairs, I felt Lemon Brown's hand on my shoulder. He took my hand into his own hand, we bend low in the darkness. He tells me that they are bad men. One of the three men yells out to Lemon Brown asking him what he had under his rags. They also asked if Lemon Brown had any money. Downstairs there was a banging noise, as the three men entered they banged loudly.The three men want Lemon Brown's treasure. One of the three men went upstairs he had a flashlight and a pipe. I was afraid of the man who had the pipe. Then Lemon Brown let go of my hand. He went to the top of the stairs. I saw stairs go up to another floor but then I saw Lemon Brown stop at the top of the stairs both arms raised in the air above his head. One of the men yelled that he saw Lemon Brown. I wet my lips and I cover my mouth with my hands. I tried to make a sound but nothing came out. I tried again and I howled. The three men were curious about where did the sound came from. That the men moved away from Lemon . Before the light moved away I saw Lemon Brown hurled his body down the stairs.Then there was a crashing noise then there were footsteps, there was a rush of warm air because the door was open then there was silence.
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I yell out Mr. Brown name if he was there.Lemon Brown told me he got their flashlight. I asked if he was okay, he told me he only had a few bumps and bruises. I told him that I should be going home before the three men come back. He told me to stay for a while to make sure that the three men aren't waiting outside.He also told me that he is going to St. Louis tomorrow. I asked if he really had a treasure, he said if I wanted to see his treasure. I told him if he wanted to. He said that first we check the window and see what the three men are doing. We looked out the window, we saw that they were sitting on the curb near the corner, one of them was looking at his knee. I asked Lemon Brown if he really was okay,he told there nothing that been hurt before in the past, I smiled at him. He gave me the flashlight he untied the strings from the rags that were on his right leg. When the rags were put away, I saw a piece of plastic, Lemon Brown unfolded the piece of plastic.He showed me yellowed newspaper clippings and a battered harmonica. The newspaper clippings were more than fifty years ago.He told me when he used to travel around and make money for his wife and son, his wife died and his son stayed with the wife's sister. He told me he didn't have much to give to his son so he gave him the newspaper clippings and the harmonica. His son went off to war Lemon Brown came home and there was these letter saying his son died in the war. They sent back what his son had over there.They sent back the harmonica and the newspaper clippings. He said it meant something to his son and that is his treasure.Lemon put his treasure back where it was. I asked him if it really was worth fighting for against pipe? He said that I ask a lot of foolish questions.Lemon Brown looked out the window. He said that it looks they ate gone, He said he will be watching me from the window. I was down the stairs when I asked him if he was going to be okay? He told me he was going to St.Louis in the morning. I told him to take care of his treasure. He said that he will take care of the treasure.I didn't care how late it was, while I was walking home I wondered if I should tell my farther about Lemon Brown, I decided not to tell him because Lemon is going to be okay with is treasure. I pushed the button over the bell marked Ridley. Then I thought of what my farther is going to say to me I just smiled because I was glad that Lemon Brown is going to be okay and that I am home.
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