When you see something for the first time, it always looks different. Then you see it again, and everything seems to fit comfortably. It’s the same with people; some may seem timid or loud, even sadness will seem summoned out by their auras. Yet people are like a beautifully wrapped box that you'll never know what is on the inside, until you take a chance and look.
I sat on the bleachers in the gym, wanting and waiting for the long 45 minutes to be over. The cold rushed into me as a storm of thought, and color helped me pass the time. I was alone because this year was different; I didn’t want any friends. It was too much trouble. So I would read; the books I opened would be my companions. I needed no one because I was alone and always would stay alone. I peered up from my literature to take a look at the clock when I heard someone swear in a high squealed voice. Of course, my first inclination was that it was a 6th grader. Yet there followed a deeper voice, more mature not in mind or speech yet in depth. I hated bullies with every muscle in my body, so I turned around.
I, of course with no wit in my mind, shuddered at the site I saw. A little girl in our grade sat there, swearing her lungs out at two other boys who seemed to enjoy the attention. HA, I would not be sucked in with this girl who was obviously being rude and these boys were retaliating. As I turned, I pondered to myself maybe this, was a wrong choice because so many times I had skipped to the conclusion of a persons circumstance. Later, I bore the fruit of injustice and guilt. No, not again, I won't judge her because this place has its cruelties. I peered my ears to hear exactly what was happening. To my rear, I heard something shake and rattle. I slowly turned to see the smaller girl trying to grab her pack or maybe theirs. How could I be sure? Mistakes are made by hasty thinking, and I did not want to produce something catastrophic. Then, my answer came not a minute too soon.
"Give it back," the girl swore again and reached but was unable to obtain the parasol. Now, it was time for me to step in. No more would. I hold back my wrath! Now, I would show them what months of reading super hero comics could do to a person’s altar ego. This was what I was trying to avoid because one thing leads to another. But they had made me angry , and now, I was involved. My inflamed heart came to center stage, as I slowly rose. Eyes creased, shoulders held high and tight.
" Alas, Fens, give that girl back her parasol, or so help me, you shall feel the wrath of a thousand crazed men leading up to your battle!" One of the boys, the more stout one, stood and gave me the once over. As if I were garbage, he grimaced at me and took his friend to the side, whispered something in his ear. Then, they laughed, which enraged me even more.
He swore at me then rose his voice in a deep manner, “Just shut up idiot! Nobody asked you to do anything for us. Was anybody talk’in to you? NAW ! So why don’t you go back to your freaking comic book, and let us handle our business!” The boy turned and went back to his dealings, with the girl, continually harassing her. She would not suffer this treachery long, for I would not tolerate her being petrified as a dove. I thought her the bully and cruel one. For she had me to think that with her constant swearing on and on. Yet she was as innocent as a dove flying through a minefield, only being lead on. So I would be her HERON and save her. Even in the fear and anger I would stand tall in the face of danger. No one could stop me. I was invincible in the face of danger. I was She-Hulk and nothing would stand in my way.
I took a step up, then another ,until I was one step away from the agitators and the damsel in distress. " You have it all wrong for you will leave her alone, or so help me, I will call down the power of Thor and grant your every wish for death!" My words left my mouth dry and stern, and I had my book ready in hand to smack the lights out of him and his un-intelligible friend. My grip tightened as they slowly moved, surrounding me. I can do it; I can be every super hero at once and save HER. I leaned back, still ready, when a serge of lightning lit every corner of the room and blaring noise came into my ears. Kids shot out from every direction running to the nearest door. I followed with the little girl close behind. She clung to me, as the fire alarm sounded in the background. Only a fool would have stayed behind. I had endured the fight and now was ready to leave. The goons were faded in the background, and no where to be seen, which settled into me and brought me great pleasure. Yet, for how long would I feel this happiness? The problem did not bother me though because now I was free, and I even had a new friend.
That little girl being bullied was not at all in the wrong. She was only wronged herself. Cast out and left alone to rot, she took her poison. Yet right before she tasted the sweet taste of death, I helped her get her parasol back. It was now time to look to the future and remember that the present won’t always be disclosed.
I sat on the bleachers in the gym, wanting and waiting for the long 45 minutes to be over. The cold rushed into me as a storm of thought, and color helped me pass the time. I was alone because this year was different; I didn’t want any friends. It was too much trouble. So I would read; the books I opened would be my companions. I needed no one because I was alone and always would stay alone. I peered up from my literature to take a look at the clock when I heard someone swear in a high squealed voice. Of course, my first inclination was that it was a 6th grader. Yet there followed a deeper voice, more mature not in mind or speech yet in depth. I hated bullies with every muscle in my body, so I turned around.
I, of course with no wit in my mind, shuddered at the site I saw. A little girl in our grade sat there, swearing her lungs out at two other boys who seemed to enjoy the attention. HA, I would not be sucked in with this girl who was obviously being rude and these boys were retaliating. As I turned, I pondered to myself maybe this, was a wrong choice because so many times I had skipped to the conclusion of a persons circumstance. Later, I bore the fruit of injustice and guilt. No, not again, I won't judge her because this place has its cruelties. I peered my ears to hear exactly what was happening. To my rear, I heard something shake and rattle. I slowly turned to see the smaller girl trying to grab her pack or maybe theirs. How could I be sure? Mistakes are made by hasty thinking, and I did not want to produce something catastrophic. Then, my answer came not a minute too soon.
"Give it back," the girl swore again and reached but was unable to obtain the parasol. Now, it was time for me to step in. No more would. I hold back my wrath! Now, I would show them what months of reading super hero comics could do to a person’s altar ego. This was what I was trying to avoid because one thing leads to another. But they had made me angry , and now, I was involved. My inflamed heart came to center stage, as I slowly rose. Eyes creased, shoulders held high and tight.
" Alas, Fens, give that girl back her parasol, or so help me, you shall feel the wrath of a thousand crazed men leading up to your battle!" One of the boys, the more stout one, stood and gave me the once over. As if I were garbage, he grimaced at me and took his friend to the side, whispered something in his ear. Then, they laughed, which enraged me even more.
He swore at me then rose his voice in a deep manner, “Just shut up idiot! Nobody asked you to do anything for us. Was anybody talk’in to you? NAW ! So why don’t you go back to your freaking comic book, and let us handle our business!” The boy turned and went back to his dealings, with the girl, continually harassing her. She would not suffer this treachery long, for I would not tolerate her being petrified as a dove. I thought her the bully and cruel one. For she had me to think that with her constant swearing on and on. Yet she was as innocent as a dove flying through a minefield, only being lead on. So I would be her HERON and save her. Even in the fear and anger I would stand tall in the face of danger. No one could stop me. I was invincible in the face of danger. I was She-Hulk and nothing would stand in my way.
I took a step up, then another ,until I was one step away from the agitators and the damsel in distress. " You have it all wrong for you will leave her alone, or so help me, I will call down the power of Thor and grant your every wish for death!" My words left my mouth dry and stern, and I had my book ready in hand to smack the lights out of him and his un-intelligible friend. My grip tightened as they slowly moved, surrounding me. I can do it; I can be every super hero at once and save HER. I leaned back, still ready, when a serge of lightning lit every corner of the room and blaring noise came into my ears. Kids shot out from every direction running to the nearest door. I followed with the little girl close behind. She clung to me, as the fire alarm sounded in the background. Only a fool would have stayed behind. I had endured the fight and now was ready to leave. The goons were faded in the background, and no where to be seen, which settled into me and brought me great pleasure. Yet, for how long would I feel this happiness? The problem did not bother me though because now I was free, and I even had a new friend.
That little girl being bullied was not at all in the wrong. She was only wronged herself. Cast out and left alone to rot, she took her poison. Yet right before she tasted the sweet taste of death, I helped her get her parasol back. It was now time to look to the future and remember that the present won’t always be disclosed.
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