Life

Chapter 1: The Begging

What do you call someone who begs?

Do you call them despicable, hopeless, crazy, unwanted?

Or do you call them lovely, compassionate, wise, helpful, kind?

None of these words cum to a summery of what I would call someone who begs.

You see my perspective of a begger starts back in high school, all the boys would not stop reminding me of what the word means.

I disliked many of the boys there, none of them were worth my time. As I'm floating down the hallways they'd love to bark at me with feeble attempts to get my attention. I'd look at them with one eyebrow up and my lip curled down, in return they'd look at me as if I had just taken a dump in their Cheerios. I always did have a nice evil stare.

After a couple months most the boys started to get a little more dramatic with their attempts at my attention. They would roll marbles from across the room in class with orange and purple to see if they could stir my pot. I'm a spiritual person and I base my spiritual around the chakra system. These goobers thought that since they did a little research into what the chakras do they could get me to imagine a sensual time with them because of marbles, it didn't work, instead I sent over a companion of mine to handle them.

Soon after they tried their different color tactics they thought it'd be a good idea to start getting a little more physical with me. They start bumping into me in the halls and laughing. The other girls and adults would say that it's only because they like you that they pick on you. Well I didn't ask for them to like me, I'm not looking for their attention. One time a gaggles of doodoo heads came up to me as I was walking down to the choir room, they cornered me, scratching at my leggings and tickling their hands down my back. I was about to beat them to a pulp when this tall black haired kid runs up and punches the goober with his hand getting closer to a place I'd rather not have his sweaty salad fingers, square in the nose, sending him falling back on the wall and too the floor. The other go over to help him when this kid looks at them and asks a simple question:

Black haired kid: "Do you like pain?"

The goober closet to the door stumbles for it as the other is paralyzed by fear. As I'm watching this I feel the energy off this black hair kid turn from rage to pity, but only a little. He's staring at the paralyzed insect as a praying mantis would a lone cricket. The devilish fury that this dude looks is astounding, you should really be here looking at this right now, like, this dude is on some serious moral ground right now and he is not looking like he's gonna let up any time soon, I'm looking at this guys eyes and it looks like his soul is as deep as an ocean and as hot as a bed of coals. I can't quite make out the color because of the lighting but damn where has this man been all my life.

Meanwhile in real life, a teacher walks in and asks everyone what's going on. Paralyzed kid says that this demon just walked up and punched his friend for trying to help me to my class. He told the teacher that the kid must be jealous that they were helping because he likes her. Dreamy Devil Guy waited patiently while this cricket squeezes his legs together trying to hide the fact that he spilled none existent apple juice.

Dreamy Devil Guy: "These guys were feeling her up so I stepped in"

Teacher: looks at me "Is that what happened?"

Me: "Yes ma'am. This guy just saved me the trouble of kicking their butts myself. Hmph"

The teach looks at the goobers and takes them to the office where they were given extra homework.