The Sixth Sense

Chapter Three: Scars

        The bell rang for the end of the day. Good, it was about time, I was getting dizzy from all the flash backs, I thought I was dreaming. At once, the class was emptied and I was the last one to leave, as always. I grabbed my books and placed them in my back pack. It was a boring day, as the usual. I never thought that I’d be reminiscing memories for about two hours. I looked at my wrist watch, it was 4 in the afternoon, too early to come home, but I bet my mom is still in  shoot, so I guess I’ll hang out with Heather, my best friend.

        Heather Field is my best friend since 3rd grade. Our moms are best of friends also, they share everything. Well, Heather is the type of a boyish girl. She always wears those baggy jeans, a tight top and a camouflage cap. I think she’s quite manlier than me I guess, she beat up those bullies teasing me that I was gay because I can’t run a lap. That’s how our friendship began. Of course I need someone to be my body guard, but I need to pay her lunch and let her punch me around and pretend to be her girl friend so no one would notice that she’s a boy. But it only happened once and then it never happened again. Heather is a beautiful name for her; it’s like being derived from a feather, which is soft and graceful. But her name is the opposite of her. The day that I met her she was vicious. She had this pony tail high up in her hair, she wore rubber shoes the size of a pizza and she wore a jumper. I actually gulped my vomit that first day after seeing her, thinking that she was one of the bullies. But no, she’s not, she saved me from them. I don’t know why, but she’s quite strong for being a girl, I never saw lump of muscle in her arms or even a six pack. She’s just powerful. I guess she gets quite confident about herself.

“Hey loser” she called me. She smiled at me and took her cap off, letting her curly, red hair flow out. The sunset illuminated her brown eyes that gave a sparkle in the light. “Come on!” She’s beautiful as she always, but I never really got the chance to tell her that. Maybe once I say it, she’d go berserk and reap my head off. She’s beautiful in a way others are not. But she’s just as far as I am, a commoner.

“Yes I’m coming,” I answered her as I zipped my bag close and headed out the door. As soon as I got to her side, I ducked down because I know what she’ll do next, but she caught me. She tore my head down with her arms then scratched my head so hard, giving a noggin. “Stop it!” she laughed and pushed me aside. “Can you just control yourself?” I told her, my voice irritated.

“What are you going to do if I don’t stop?” she teased, putting her hands on her waist, teasing me.

“I’ll...” I mumbled but stopped to think of something I could do to her, but I got nothing. As the usual, she’s done so many things to me, some I don’t even want to remember. “Nothing,” I finally said.

“Aha!” she cried clapping her hands together. “See what I told you! You’re so weak you know, not just because I’m a girl, it’s because you’re a loser and you can’t handle being angry with me.”

“Oh,” I said in a sarcastic tone “You’re a girl?  That’s a surprise!” I laughed at my own joke and ducked down again for Heather’s punch.

“Very funny,” she just said.

“I bet you two dollars I’ll be the first one to get across that flagpole,” I challenged her, with a smug expression in my eyes as I pointed at our school’s flagpole about 10 feet away from us.