The Bus Boyz 2: Winner Takes All

Chapter Five

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"It isn't WHAT you do, But HOW you do it." -John Wooden 

Instead of waiting for him to answer, I followed his lead until he answers all of my questions himself. It wasn't on why I waited on him. Maybe a little bit, but too much. Janet and the boys were all worried about me. I don't care if they are or not, to be honest, I really don't care much at all. I mean I barely didn't care about Pablo's race. I only cared about why he wants a race. And I only know half about the race. Just not all of it. Currently, Pablo is playing this game with both fire and brimstone, while the rest of us are trying to play nice as best as we could. 

Janet would be alright at least. She would've told me to wait, but, like Kevin said before, this isn't a race of honorary champions, this is a race of death. We were not allowed to wait. Not one person could wait to die before praying to God. Not one person could pray while waiting for somebody to just go ahead and kill a whole of two planets that are not connected to each other. Nobody knows Pablo more better than I do now when we first met him. As clueless human being out on the street of New York, or Indiana, being in awe was not on my list of specific, outside activities. This could've been ignored, but it was not. It was a stupid deal or no deal, that made me sick both inside and out. 

I flew as best as I could, and even ran on my feet as best as we could these two rounds, the first one was flying. The second was running. The third was probably anything. That's what my guess was at first thinking, not at first sight. This race took us for hours and hours, not either one of us could wait to stop for drinks or stop to use the restroom. It's incredible, and both non-exciting. Flying made me feel a little bit nauseated one time. Pablo gave me two bloody noses and bruises during the first and a half of the second rounds. At least he didn't lead me into any death zones. 

Pablo made it look like that he knows better than everyone else about this race. No matter how many times somebody tries to make a living, pretty soon they'll either end up dead or destroyed. Kind of like what is happening to me right now and to everyone else. Don't make more mistakes and you don't learn what it's like to be a human being. Or maybe like everyone else. Not even a berumin or a shapeshifter. I already learned that not everyone can get along. I already learned what needs to be learned out life, like not everything is always about me, and not every problem always happens to me. So technically, even though people have a way of getting all that power from the constitution, there are other ways to get your own power back from those who take the freedom that we are equally given to not judge others, but tell the people, congress, the president, or maybe even the government to stop what they're doing before something bad might happen for having too much of that power from the constitution. Power is great, but sometimes power can also be bad. 

Don't get me wrong, I like the constitution. It's just that having one too many powers of the constitution that is given to all of us, would even put us in jeopardy. If something, or someone doesn't do something about for the other to have so much power over another person. We are all created equal. Let's all see if this makes sense, Maybe the subject that I am talking about could be about the race that Pablo made to get even with me. Or maybe it could not. Wither a shapeshifter, a berumin, a human being or other, we are all still created equal. Not because of having tails, gills, fins, or wings, we can still run, walk, jump... We have eyes, noses and mouths. Arms, ears, and legs. So why would people want to have too much power over another, bullying them, when we are the same thing, just made differently, in God's image? I keep asking myself that question everyday. Even ever since I got here and learned about the human world. Trying to be me, trying to fit in, trying to live.

We may not get along with each other, but we are all still created equally. So what's the deal? We're fighting a war. War is still everywhere, I see it everywhere. On the internet, in our friend's lives, our families, on the television, and out in the world. We are still at war while others don't care much about it. We even bring the war to us, while everyone is still living in peace and harmony of this lovely utopia on earth, especially in the village. Human or other. Does that make any sense to us now? To me, in my opinion, I would try to think about it to be honest. I tell that to my foster mom, at least she kind of understands me. There's that one quote that everybody seems to forget. Actually there's more than just that one quote that everybody might seem to forget. I just can't remember the second one, except only the first one. The first one, that I learned on earth was, Do not ask questions that I do not want to know the answers to. The other one, I can't remember.

I'm like Dori in finding Nemo who always seems to forget things after she learns, hears, or reads about them. My foster dad is trying to understand, but half of the times, he doesn't. He's a very smart person, but like my foster mom always told me, is that Even smart people can be sometimes kind of dumb. I'm not judging others. I never said that I was judging anyone. Did I? Did I break the law? No. I never did. I'm just a normal me, like everybody else. Did I, I don't know, offend anyone? Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Are you afraid of me? Is anyone out there afraid of me? Am I boring you to death? Am I boring anyone else out there to death right now? Cause if someone out there is afraid or bored of me, then I won't judge or even blame them. And If I did offend someone out there, sorry, but that's just me. Sometimes somebody will understand me. Janet and the others just go about their own problems. Sometimes they get me, just not always. Sometimes they get me, sometimes they do not. Kind of like when I kind of understand them, but they don't always understand me when I am talking. Now how's that for common sense or positive discrimination? 

Now when we met Pablo, things started to get a little bit more too weird, for me and my friends about who he was, and what he turned out to be. We were the only strangers to them out in their humble little town. At least we are now on the brink of a much more horrible, yet dangerous, but more deadly and strange war than ever that I have seen before. Mostly, if people would see, deep down, on what's going out there in the world, and wake up, to the real world behind the scenes like what you would see in movies and Tv shows, then people would learn and understand more of the truth by themselves, then for having someone else to reveal it to them or for them. To me, It would be nice, before others would start jumping into the lake of the things, that they would not see before acting up crazy over the little other things inside their brains.

Look, Before you leap. Think, before you act. That's all I gotta say here.

END OF CHAPTER FIVE.