I woke up this morning, after dreaming of Zane. He was crashed on the couch with smeared makeup all over the place, his green hair a mess, smelling like gunpowder and death, and wearing his dusty purple suit. I grabbed a wet washcloth from our sink and wiped the dirty makeup from his face. I watched as this man that I saw on the news kill people turned in to my caring father. I took my finger and ran it over his scars. The wicked smile, the last thing many people see. I took off his shoes and jacket and put them in the kitchen. I walked into his bedroom, memories flooding me. The sweet teal blue and the scent of lemons reminded me of her. I grabbed a blanket and a pillow, wiped my eyes and walked out. I covered him up. Got ready for school and ran to catch the bus.
Ever since that day in fifth grade I didn’t really talk to anyone because of the fact he might of killed my only friend. I walked through the loud High school hallways as quiet as can be. I was a senior when I was only supposed to be a freshmen. The work was easy, but the students were hard. Every one was bigger than me, but I was smarter. No one bullied me, they left me alone ever since I beat up a kid who was four times bigger than me and four years older when I was a freshman.
He was In the same grade as me but I was four years younger. It was getting old he was always picking on me and he wouldn’t stop so when he was behind me in the hallway cracking jokes about me being a freak. Me being the age of a fifth grader and being as smart or smarter than a freshman. I turned looked him in his eyes. He had green eyes that were full of fear. I Said to him “I said stop. now!”. We had stopped.Everyone had stopped in the middle of the A wing in Gotham High School. I looked around me as students started gathering.He looked shocked but it was only for a second before he replied with a smart alec comment about how a little kid can be so weak and stupid. He picked me up by the straps of my backpack that was big and bulky and full of books, and pushed me up against the wall. I kicked him in the face with my foot and he dropped me. I threw my bag of and on to the ground against the wall.So I lost it I grabbed his wrist as he grabbed for me. I jerked it real fast and flipped him up in the air. He landed on his back on the ground. I leaned over his face I looked at him. His nose pouring blood. “I told you to leave me alone”. Everyone just sat there no one moved, no one said anything. I walked over to my backpack threw it on my back. As I turned everyone moved out of my way. It was awesome I turned and walked to class.I knew I was going to get in trouble but my pass to the office never came. The next day when I walked in to the front doors of my school heads turned and everyone whispered and moved out of my way as I walked to class. I knew that taking martial arts for years would come in handy.
