I was patiently waiting with the others, for the bell to ring so I could go home. I watch the kids in the back of the dim classroom.
A shortish guy with dirty blond hair sliced the air with a playing card. Moving his whole body to make that card go as fast as possible across the room. His wrist curved, as he held the card lightly between his fingers. The kids in the back seemed impressed. I didn't understand why though; It's just a playing card.
The movement of the card zipping by was like a blade swiping across a surface. When it slides smoothly on the floor collecting dirt it made a scraping sound. Kinda like sandpaper skitting across a road, but swiftly.
He slyly walked over and picked up the card. He went back to the lab counters to demonstrate to a tall kid how to get the card to fly. The tall kid tried, but it only floated a few feet, then fell slowly to the ground like a feather. They smiled at eachother with weird suspicion.
"Did you have a good weekend, Scott?" The teacher, Mr. Rickey asked, distracting me from the kids in the back.
"Oh, yeah. It was good..." I said awkwardly. "How was yours?"
He smiled and nodded, "It was nice."
I don't really like talking to teachers because it feels weird. They have the authority to send you into the hall whenever they want. I think they do it for no reason sometimes. I could simply drop my pencil across the room and get scolded.
I glanced at the clock as it rung. Finally this monday was over. The class dispersed from the door with laughing and crowded talking.
"Hey bud, how was school?" My dad asked as I walked towards my bedroom.
"Good." I answered without enthusiasm.
I got to my room and closed the door gently. I dropped my bag off into a corner and went over to sit at my desk.
We had just moved to this house at the beginning of the school year. We had to move because this guy kept harassing my dad. We never knew who the guy was.
One day I was outside drawing and the guy first came up to the steps. He asked if my dad was home and if I could get him. I didn't know this man, but I went and got my dad anyways. When my dad came out the mysterious guy asks "Are you Mark?" My dad nodded and the guy picked up a brick and started bashing him in the head. My dad, as scrawny as he is, immediately fell to the ground. I didn't know what to do. Blood was everywhere, and after he was finished he took off running down the road like a mad dog. It was really chaotic what had happened. Neither my dad, or I knew who that guy was. We couldn't make out his face. Weird things kept happening ever since that first time, until we finally moved. I guess it's safer here.
My room was calm and quiet. The cat was sleeping peacefully. I looked at the stack of dice on the desk. They hadn't moved an inch. They sat patiently waiting to be rolled. They had a suspenseful potential, not knowing what numbers will be facing heaven the next time they get played. I grabbed a pencil and started writing.
4-20-15
Today was pretty decent. I got a B on my math test. I didn't even study for it. The teacher was exited today. She was glad it was a Monday. Normally people hate Mondays. But she said "Today is a good day because it's another day you get to be alive." Isn't that something. Why can't all people be like that? I know i'm not. I guess she sees something more to life than just labled days. Would you think today is a good day, even though it's a Monday? I guess it's all just in the way you see it. Bye.
Scott
I folded the note and set it aside; next to a pile of other folded papers.
"Hey, Do you mind taking the dog on a walk?" Dad asked as he snapped the leash to Niki's coller. He handed her to me and I headed out the door.
When a parent asks if you mind to do something, you basically have no choice but to do it. So I took the leash from him and headed outside.
Nature is beautiful. Theres something about the unlimited sky, and trees that just makes you want to be the last one standing. To be the last one standing means you be the nicest, pleasantest, and to stay on the narrow road. You want to keep going in the right direction, without looking back. To be the best and greatest you can be. Maybe it's just me.
The sun was shining so brightly down on Niki and I.
Niki was this little white dog with black blotches. She was like a cow. Except she is small and doesn't "Moo".
The way Niki walked was frustrating. She always pulled, making it hard for herself to breathe. She never has slack in the leash.
Our walk quickly turned into a run because I didn't want her to strangle herself. The air was rustling the trees, and Niki's ears were flapping crazily. Sweat was trapped under my black shirt. It was somewhat humid.
We ran towards the bridge. We always go on walks to the bridge. It's a wonderful place to think.
"Niki stop!" I yelled at her as she broke off her leash! I don't know how that happened, but she took off. I ran after her through peoples yards.
"Get back here! Now!" I yelled after her. Old people that were sitting on a porch drinking lemonade watched as I pursued her out of the neighborhood. Without looking both ways we darted across the busy street. A car or two honked and yelled curse words out the window.
Finally she stopped a few yards after the road. She was sniffing something until I caught up to her.
"Niki, what the heck!" I yelled at her as I attached the leash back on her. "You can't just do that you know." Then I saw what she was sniffing.
It was a little bird.
The bird was an innocent blue color. It was just laying on the grass. I pulled Niki away from it. The poor bird was dead. The tree just above us casted a nice shade. I looked up and saw the nest. It must have tried to fly, but wasn't ready. I picked up the bird gently. I walked over a few feet to the trunk of the tree and set it down. I gathered some rocks from the walking trail and set them around the bird. Niki helped me bury it. Then we continued the walk.
It's sad when birds die because it's a waste of freedom. Birds have the need to fly in the air and look over all things. They are like little angels watching over the earth. They can fly wherever they want. I bet they could even fly to the moon if they really wanted to. But they all have the potential to die.
