My Scooter & I

Chapter 4. Jasper Returns

I started to get on to my scooter when I realized that I had art club. Putting my scooter onto the rack again, I ran into the building and into the family studies room (the art room was pawned off for cocaine), and tried to look who was inside before I went in. I couldn't see inside.

"Oh yeah- I'm a midget." I thought to myself.

I knocked once. No one replied. I knocked twice. No one replied. I knocked three times. I busted open the door with my 6 inch leg and ran inside, only to see that no one was there. The lights were also out.

"I guess I'll leave then...."

Suddenly the door closed. I tried to open it, but couldn't. It was locked. From across the room I heard laughter. It was the sound I heard 4 years back when I whipped him across the head. I thought he went to Jamaica, but here he was. It was the laugh of a retard. It was the laugh of jasper.

"Seems like we didn't have a fair fight last time, eh homes? Well you can't run away again," Jasper said, with a smile on his face.

All I could think of when I saw him was that he looked even more retarded. His tanned look mixed with his dark skin made him look like a burnt banana. He wore douche sunglasses for some reason, and he reeked of orange peels, mountain dew, and a taco with too much expired mayonnaise. This guy's life must've sucked.

"You're at Tuck Frump? I thought you moved to Jamaica!"

"Yes, dude, but I vowed to come back here to have a fair fight with you. I am here to finish what I started."

"Dude, how much did that cost?" i said.

"Well, I spent all my parent's money on this trip, but I guess when I go back I can have a great life begging people for money. I also had to sell my right arm to the black market so I could get back there," He said.

"Wait what?"

Jasper lifted his cloak, and where there was supposed to be arm, was a bleeding stump soaking his entire body.

"JASPER YOU'RE GONNA DIE!"

"Fight me bruh," he muttered.

"I'm calling the ambulance," I said, as I took out my nokia.

"Wait."

"What?" I said.

"You have a Nokia?"

"Yeah," I replied

"Lol, Dis midge has a Nokia? What a loser! What a scr-"

There was a pause, and suddenly Jasper's eyes rolled into his head as his mouth started to foam. He started to rapidly shake as the foam overtook him. In an instance, the foaming stopped, a small trickle of blood rolled down his mouth, and he died.

An eerie silence filled the room as Jasper's corpse lay upon the floor. A deadly scene this was, as someone who had such potential just laid on the ground: not speaking, not uttering a single word. It was almost scary, someone who was just there just leaving in an inst-

"What's wrong with my Nokia?" I said.

Little did I know, the real fight with Jasper had just begun...