The Painter

It Began...

     Hey guys, my name is Karl (and if you are wondering, it's with a 'K' because I'm from a German family). This goes out to anyone reading, I didn't mean for this to happen, I just wanted to paint and ignore the bullies, but it did happen that way. This is story of how it began, of how I lived, and how by living...I died...

     It started the first day of sophomore year at Jackson High. That's when the bullying first started going on. I was never bullied up till then, and even then it wasn't so bad. I have seen others who have had it worst, but then mine kept getting worse. Luckily, my best friend happened to be the most known jock around the school. Nick Brown, best quarterback on the team since freshman year. And we've known each other for a long time, like third grade long time.

     Nick is pretty tall, 6'1, only an inch taller than me, but I'm a few months older than him. If you asked any girl in school they would probably something like, "he is super cute/hot," gets pretty annoying. But if you looked at you could easily tell why they say it. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in front of his big blue eyes, but sometimes they look a little gray. His eyes go well with his freckled face though, most of his freckles were across his nose but there were some all over his face. And not only is he known for his looks and football but he is also the fastest distance runner on the track team. I'm also on the track team, but I supposed to be the fastest sprinter on the team.

     So, if you can't tell, he is completely unlike me in most ways. Not only in what he is known for, but also our looks. He's dirty blonde and long hair compared to my jet black hair which stayed spiked. Plus he had huge blue eyes compared to my pure green eyes. Although we did have the same freckles, in fact I had more than he did.

      Anyhow...back to the story. When I first walked into school I already knew where to go from last year. So I started walking towards the hall where I would find my locker. The sports hall of fame is what is was known by, and if you look around the halls you could see where I came here in the summer and painted some of the walls. The school even paid me because I did such an awesome job. The walls were so boring I just had to...turns out everyone loved it. 

     I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand, it had my locker number and all my classrooms. 236 was my locker number. As I walked over I kept getting close towards the walls due to the crowd of people pushing me. And when I was pretty close to the wall a giant jock bumped into me pushing me into the wall, and I almost fell but I caught myself on the lockers. But I was mostly used to that, what i wasn't used to is he didn't stop to see if I was okay. 

"Sorry, nerd..." he said smiling, but he kept walking... Nick was over by two cheerleaders when he saw me starting to fall.

     "Sorry ladies, I'll be right back." He said walking towards me. Sometimes being nice is a good side to show the girls, so he does if fairly often, "hey, dude. You okay?" He said making sure I had my balance.

    "Yeah, thanks," I said completely standing back up, "how are your cheerleaders?" We started walking towards not only mine, but his locker as well.

     "Loving me, like always. Did you paint anymore of the halls the last week of summer?" He asked looking over at some of my paintings of the famous athletes all over America. And to be honest, this was my favorite painted hallway, but least favorite in general. All the jocks hang around here, and happen to pick on the nerds whose lockers are in here. 

     "No I finished everything at the beginning of the month." I reached out for the lock on my locker. 24...18...42... I slowly turned the lock making sure I got the numbers right.

     "By the way, why didn't you push the guy back? I mean you could've easily you were just as big as him. Plus, you definitely have the muscle. I mean, your muscles are bigger than half the football team's..." He said leaning up against the locker next to mine.

     "Can we not start this again? I don't like starting fights or getting into them... Plus I know I have big muscles, but we both know I don't like to talk about them..." I grabbed my books I needed and put the rest in my locker, "we both have to class. No matter how cool you are, it isn't cool to be late on the first day. Bye dude." I turned around to walk away off to purple pod, where my classes mostly were.

     He turned to red pod, where most of his classes were, "okay...mom, whatever you say. Bye dude." He did that sometimes, in a joking way. I'm more of the responsible friend. Well, if you count responsible as being the one who just keeps track of everything. But we always goof around with each other no matter what.