Re: [Or]Innocence faded.
Chapter Two: Much too soon
I opened my eyes, the whole world was a haze, I sleepily turn over on my bed to gaze at my clock. 7:50 it took a few minutes before I realized my bus come at 8:10 meaning I had only twenty minutes. I jumped right out of bed into the shower. No time to wait for my water to heat I had to take a cold shower one of the four things I despise more then anything. It was possible the shortest shower I have ever taken, but I had to run like a mad man. I managed to find some clean clothes, gather up my books, and run to the bus stop just in time. Then I realized in my haste I forgot my lunch, which was another one of the four things I despised. I sat glumly on the bus the day was not going my way. I dragged my self off the bus, and onto the hard pavement of the ground around my school. I walked, no staggered my way up the great many stairs, which led to the commonly used doors.
“Hey, Matt right,” A voice called from my side, I turned to see a flash of blond hair, and a warming smile.
“Anna, yeah its matt how did your first day go?”
“It went alright, but some punks wrote on me with marker I almost cried.” I couldn’t help, but laugh at the sincerity in her voice, “hey!,” She exclaimed mock hitting me, “Don’t make fun of me,”
“Sorry, sorry its just that is a common thing that happens to rookies,”
“Really?”
“Uh yeah,”
“Why does high school have to practice such things, its unfair,”
“Well not really,”
“How do you see that mean seniors picking on freshmen,”
“Well because the seniors had to go though the same thing, so that makes it fair,”
“What about throwing rookies into the brook,” She was of course mention of the small river that encircled the football field half way around before protruding into the forest.
“Ok I have to admit some people take it too far, but the main idea is to initiate people into high school,”
“I guess,”
“See I knew you’d see it my way,” I smiled.
“meanie I have to get going, you should meet me at the cafeteria for lunch,” I don’t know why but this took me for surprise, and I found myself stumbling with my words.
“Uh sure, yeah meet you there,” I said turning around leaving myself to my thoughts. I found that just talking with her made my mood that much better I was no longer pissed at the events of the morning they seemed obsolete. It was an odd feeling, like nervousness, but it wasn’t bad I mean it wasn’t good, well it was, but. Never mind I guess you get the picture. By the time I walked through the doors I was back to my cheerful self it was a little surprising how short that lasted.
“Man did you hear what’s going to happen,” Criss spoke fast which was unusual especially for him.
“Huh no,”
“You know Norm right,”
“I’ve known him longer then you,”
“Yeah, but he is supposed to fight some gangster named Ray or something,”
“What!,” I found myself shocked almost unable to move, “But norm never was a fighter, and it’s been proven Ray is a good one,”
“Yeah I know sucky eh,”
“How did this happen?”
“Don’t know norm said something about ray having a big mouth, and then he went all defensive, and challenged Norm,”
“And if I know his pride he wont back down,”
“Damn straight, a bunch of us are going to be there to make sure Ray’s ‘homies’ aren’t going to jump in”
“I’ll be there,”
“Ok man,” Just as he spoke the five-minute bell that always meant ‘go to your classes or else’. “Meet us outside the gym we are walking from there to behind the ice rink. The skating rink was at the other end of the fairly large school, then we would have to go threw a small path to the place where most fights where held. It would take most if not all of the lunch hour, but it would be worth it to make sure one of my good friends didn’t get jumped. I walked half minded to my first period class sitting down I heard a call from the other end of the room, low and behold it was the jackass ray wanting to speak with me.
“Your friends with norm right,” he said sizing me up.
“Yeah what’s it to you,”
“Give this to him for me,” he said taking a swing at me, but unluckily or him I saw it coming at leaned backing causing it miss me by an inch. Obviously the class was watching by this point so the fat wannabe had to think fast to avoid embarrassment, “Tell him I wont miss,” This pleased the blood hungry crowd for the moment, but it wouldn’t for long.
“I’ll tell him that you have bad aim with your left,” I said sharply.
“Listen don’t talk to me like hat or your next,” This wasn’t helping my mood any as my fist curled up in a ball with his words, but luck would have it the teacher walked in on us causing what could have happened to be stopped. I sat down on my seat no longer with the world of the living but alone in my own world, raging a war inside my head.
Half of me knew I should have hit the bastard, but the other half knew if I did I would have lost the inevitable fight. Yet at least once in every man’ lifetime he would have to fight for what he believed what if this was my time. And then I would have gotten my ass kicked for sure I couldn’t win against him I have never even fought before. My two side argued in my head before I heard a familiar name being called. “Matt,”
“Huh,” I said lifting my head,
“Glade you could finally join us, now would you like to participate or would you rather fail,” the teacher said invoking laughs from the class, as he pointed towards a question written on the board.
“Sorry Miss Pupernickle I don’t know the answer,”
“I would have thought,” She scoffed leaving me back in my own little world. The wannabe leaned back in his chair, and smiled at me, I decided he really needed to brush his teeth. After class I left without saying a word to my theater arts class. Today was the first day in the theater, and we played charades. Normally I would have participated, but my thoughts where absorbing my life at the moment so I just watched. I never realized it them, but this class would end up being the worst one I ever had. The class went by in a flash, and I stood from my seat brushing some hair out of my eye’s it was math, it passed with no words from me. Then it was lunch. I felt a certain uneasiness as I walked towards the gym doors. I was greeted by a large group of people surrounding that tall one with a purple, and blue mohawk, Norm of course.
“Man whatever ever happened to drama later in the year this is a little fast isn’t it,”
“Your telling me,” he said, “Come on we don’t want to be late,” He said marching the group towards the area behind the rink.
“You know you don’t have to do this,’ I said when we where safely away from the pack.
“I do, I can’t back down,”
“Why not?”
“That will only prove we are weak, I am not going to let hem hold that over me,”
“So you’ll rather get your ass beat,”
“Yeah instead of being called a coward I rather be known as courageous,”
“Courage? Man this is a kamikaze,”
“Hell yeah let me go down swinging,”
“**** man you are defiantly on the good stuff,”
“Hell yeah,” He said pumping his fists in the air.
“Your insane,”
“Better insane then a wuss,”
“True that,” I said shaking my head, “Still it’s not fair you hardly stand a chance against him,”
“Know what, whatever if I lose I lose,”
“Good luck, and drop your right,” I said as we exited out of the small forest path, at least two dozen of us where there walking, no marching from the forest. We looked ready for war, ready to kill. Away from us stood twenty or so wannabe gangsters maxed out in exco gear, and bandanas. The too looked ready for war, maybe more so then the mix matched pack of “losers” we had.
“Which one of you are going to get your ass kicked?” norm asked cockily hiding his fear.
“Man you’ll regret those words after I lay you out.” Ray said coming out of the pack. The two stared each other down as the groups made two semicircles around the two not daring to get to close to the other group.
“So you have any last words,” The bastard spat,
“Yeah duck,” norm said half heartedly as he threw the first punch. The groups chanted, and cheered as the first battle of the year began.