The R Word

The Bridge

The Note appeared in Rodney's locker the other day. Sara looked at him while he opened his locker, the note fell out. Shit. How was he going to get the paper? But Rodney walked toward the paper, but the bell rang.

A swarm of students entered the hallway rushing to their next class. Sara went to the classes even though she knew this would be her last day here. She saw the hatred in other people, Miranda glaring at her, Steve put his head down in shame when he saw her or Rodney. Rodney was still mad at him.

"Sara!"

Sara just looked at him, and continued to put her books away.

"Are you okay?"

Rodney got Sara's attention. "Fine."

Rodney told her to come to the game at 7:30, because he was on the football team now. A image bursted into her head. That of which was her note.

I hate this world. I hate myself. Why did God create me this way? An idiot...retard? Don't you know that people hate being bullied? And God let me. He let me get this disease. Is he even real? If he is, I sure hope I'll see him. Tonight, at 7:30. I love Rodney, Madam Thompson, and even Steve. I forgive all the people that caused me to write this note. Bye. -Sara

Sara teared up. Where was the note now?

The note was being blown through the air all day, and at 7:00, it was at the stadium of Rodney's game. While they were practicing, the janitor was listening to a dance song, by the hums you could loudly hear emit from his mouth. He stumbled upon a note with a sticker on it. A sticker of food, which the janitor loved. He was a bulky man with a goatee. He grabbed the sticker, and his eyes fell upon the note. It said Rodney. How many Rodney's are in the school? Well, there's the one on the- uh oh.

He ran over to Rodney.

"Hey, you're Rodney right?" He said this very fast, in a panicky tone that led Rodney to be confused.

"Yes?" He questioned him.

"Read this."

I hate this world. I hate myself. Why did God create me this way? An idiot...retard? Don't you know that people hate being bullied? And God let me. He let me get this disease. Is he even real? If he is, I sure hope I'll see him. Tonight, at 7:30 on the bridge. I love Rodney, Madam Thompson, and even Steve. I forgive all the people that caused me to write this note. Bye. -Sara

"Oh crap." Rodney was scared. He took off his gear, and only wearing a white undershirt and boxers, because he didn't have the time to get changed, grabbed Steve, got him in only his boxers, because Steve didn't wear undershirts. Gross. (You couldn't really run in pads!) They got in odney's car, so nobody would see them. And Rodney still had a thing for Steve, so he didn't want anybody ogling. Sneaky Rodney!

They reached the bridge, got out of their car, sure that being humiliated in underwear was better than having a very good friend die. They ran up the steep bridge, dodging Ferrari's, trucks, (Some dudes in the back of one whistled, noting their clothing selection.) and convertibles. They saw a girl standing on the edge, looking out for anyone. Fair enough it was Sara.

Rodney and Steve tugged her hand.

"No! Steve, Rodney stop! Let me go!!" She was released off of the edge and onto the safer side of the bridge.

They held on to her as she reached a hand out toward the edge, noting she wanted to die. They got some sense into her, the medications, how it would all feel better soon. She honestly wasn't listening to them. Rodney was about to lead them back to the truck, when they saw a girl, pointing a gun. It was pink.

"Oh, look who is saving the day." Miranda sneered.

"Can I go now?" Sara sounded bored.

"I wanted you to die. I want your solo Sara. And who would've thought that Sara's new friend would kill her? Rodney and Steve wouldn't admit it would they?"

"Yes we would!" Rodney yelled.

"Bitch!" Steve added, and Sara gave him a high five, thinking that if she was friendly, she could sneak her way out of life.

"Oh really? Then I guess I'd tell everyone about your sexuality." Miranda threatened.

"How'd you know?" Steve retorted.

"You guys are always together after school, and you were half naked coming out of a truck." She laughed.

Steve and Rodney both blushed at each other, and then shrugged.

"Fags." She pushed the both out of the way and aimed for Sara, who was backing up.

They both ended up on the end of the bridge, and Miranda and Sara got into a push-fight. It got so rough it turned into a deja-vu of Miranda's dad's office, but this time, Sara was winning. And Miranda fell off of the bridge, hanging onto a ledge.

"No! That was supposed to be me! That was supposed to be me!" She jumped for Miranda, and grabbed her arm, while Steve and Rodney grabbed Sara's legs.

"Bitch, don't try to save me." Miranda jerked.

"Why not?" She said calmly.

She pulled back on Sara, and pushed Sara onto the ledge. Sara kicked back and  forth hanging onto the ledge, obviously trying to fall, but Rodney wouldn't let her. He grabbed Sara, pushed Miranda aside, which impacted Miranda to fall and threw her into the car. The car ride was quiet, except for tears coming from Sara, who wanted to die so badly, she screamed when Rodney locked the door.

"Rodney, let me out, let me out right now!" She cried herself to sleep. "That should've been me."

She woke up at the orphanage, in Madam Thompson's lap.

"Child, we are going to have a big talk. You never told me about this drama. Christ is real Sara, dont forget that."