Undecided Fates

Part 3. {Flashbacks}

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Marshall Newberry sat at his computer desk, which was entirely covered with old soda cans and chip bags. He glanced over to a particular empty Dorito bag, glaring at it as if it was at fault for all of his life problems.

What life problems might you ask? Well... Marshall Newberry is the official bad boy at his school, all the other 6th graders feared him and kneeled at his feet in hopes he would not pummel them to the ground. Doesn't that sound pretty great? The entire reason he became such a troublemaker and a bully, was because he suffered from autism. People at his school made fun of him. He needed a way to stop the torture he endured every. single. day.

He suddenly remembered a day in 5th grade. It was a day he would truly remember. The school's two most popular girls were talking about him behind his back. They didn't even give him a chance, or at least got to know him first...He flashbacked

Emmaleigh sat down on one of the benches, her friend Carmen hot on her heels. They wore the prettiest designer clothes, freshly groomed hair, and skinny beyond belief. They were models compared to the other girls in their school. Carmen giggled to herself and nudged Emmaleigh's shoulder. She pointed over to Marshall, then she bowed out her tummy, trying to make herself look obese. Emmaleigh laughed as Carmen started grabbing her imaginary fat rolls. 'They're mocking me for my weight...' thought Marshall sourly, trying to pull his dollar store tee-shirt down to cover his fat rolls, But the shirt wasn't big enough.

Emmaleigh and Carmen whispered something to each other, all the while sneaking a few glances a Marshall, before abruptly standing up, walking over to him with smirks so venomous and evil he thought he would surely pass out.

They walked up to him. "Hey, Newberry, are you lost?" asked Carmen, her eyes wide with excitement at the thought of beating up a poor, defenseless autistic boy. "Your belly rolls jiggle when you run, you know." Snickered Emmaleigh, lifting her freshly manicured nails to point at the boy's belly.

Carmen brought her iridescent teal nails to her mouth, covering it, though not stifling her cruel laughs. Emmaleigh walked slowly and confidently, as if flaunting her skinniness to the autistic boy. Her eyes burned with evil that rivaled a thousand suns. Her hair stayed perfectly still and pristine despite the breeze.

Carmen began to walk along with Emmaleigh, also flaunting her skinniness. They were closing in on him. His eyes shone with fear as his slobbery lip trembled. They cornered him into the nearest bench on the playground. Students who walked by paid no attention. After all, an autistic boy's pain was not worth their time and efforts.

Emmaleigh grabbed ahold of his unbrushed, curly locks and shoved his head onto the table of the bench, the pain was unbearable as she yanked his head back and forth, continuing to smash it against the bench's table. His pain almost rivaled their satisfaction.

His senses were dulled to the point he could only hear ringing, and all he could see was a blur of green trees and swirl of baby blue sky. His nose leaked blood, and his eyes were cloudy as if they were coated thinly with white paint. The pain was numbing quickly.

He blacked out.

To Be Continued . . .