April 12, 1991....wait was it the twelfth..
It's hard to remember these things..
I looked at my reflection in the car window.. Nothing but a puffball of black hair and small black eyes, skin as white as a ghost.
My dad driving the car, staring at the road intensely. He looked exactly the opposite of how I did: glasses, short brown hair that hung above his eyebrows, big eyes that were either darting around the room or staring at one thing.
"Ike... " he said, his voice as quiet as ever but something about it sounded important.
"Yeah dad..?" I asked, only to be met with silence as my dad gave me the face that he was thinking hard... "Uh...... Wanted to say something about doing good in school... Your mom is a lot better at this isn't she uh.............."
He paused for what seemed like ages..
"Well Ike I hope you make friends.... Wait you're already halfway through school.....uh...... I guess you could try.. I'm horrible with advice..-"
His speech was dragging on.. I could feel myself already nodding off until we suddenly swerved a little.
My dad was just mumbling under his breath while trying to peek his head out the window.
Another stray dog...... Not uncommon in our neighborhood......
He quickly started driving back to school.
"Someone needs to pick those poor things up..." I said, even through I wasn't really an animal person..
I just hated seeing all these dogs all beaten up...
"....yeah.." Dad said..
He always paused when he talked.. Then again I can't blame him English wasn't his first language...
We rolled up to the school.. I grabbed my backpack and jumped out of the car, my dad looked at me and raised his hand slightly, "have fun at school don't...don't.......... Uh don't die please"
I didn't know how to respond to that..
I gave him a thumbs up and walked into the entrance of the school..
Right when I walked in I already had a few students looking at me..
They were scared of me.. Not by how I acted but how I looked.. I wasn't surprised though I've seen a lot of horror movies and I can tell you I looked like I belonged in one of those movies...
I brushed past this one girl.. Bright blue hair... At least for now she was always changing it... Addy was her name.. She was seen as an oddball in the school..
She glared at me.. No clue why..
Then I looked behind me...
She wasn't glaring at me, there was someone behind me glaring back at her...
And then I looked closer at him..
Spiky blonde hair, large sunglasses, a stupid little smug grin on his face.
His name was Dave.. Probably the worst kid in this school if you asked me. He always had his shirt collar popped open along with really dark sunglasses..
Before I could even try walking away from him he grabbed my shoulder and gave me the least convincing sincere look to me, "Ike.. Buddy.... Hey we're friends right...?..." He said, you could hear a sense of falseness in his voice.
"No"
I turned away and Dave grabbed my shoulder again,
"Come on man we've known each other since we were kids.. We were best friends remember..?"
I sighed,
"Dave trying to shove a peanut butter cup down my throat... When I'm allergic to peanuts I might add.. I don't think that counts as.... "Friends".."
I tried walking away again and Dave just yanked me down the hall by the back of my hood, I was forced to follow him..
"Look that's just water under the bridge now, I really need your help today... Please..?"
"No"
He grinned,
"Look I'll even throw something in for you eh?"
"Now I'm listening...."
Dave gave me a "friendly?" Punch on the back and gave an even bigger grin, "lighten up Ike your voice is as emotionless as ever you'll never get a girl that way.."
"Just tell me what to do and what's in it for me.. Or else I'm out of it.."
"Well to the point I see... Well this is a little embarrassing but.... I guess a kid wants to fight me..-"
"oh my god what did you do this time.." I groaned,
He laughed nervously, "well I kinda....uh.... You see I.... "
Dave was always known for getting into trouble here.. Lying, cheating, stealing, framing, fighting, you name it.. He's probably done it before.. He's had to transfer schools multiple times because of this too, it's a shame I'M the one he ends up going to for this..
"I kissed his girlfriend right in front of him now he wants me dead.. Maybe you could come with me and scare him off....?"
I was already halfway down the hallway when I heard the words "I kissed his girlfriend"
"If you help me I'll- I'll uh- I'll let you into my group of friend-"
I was gone but I could hear the defeat in his voice, I'm not helping a guy run away from something he deserved..
Hey and maybe I'll even show up.. Just to watch him get beat up..
I was lost in thoughts.. I ran into someone.
A smaller kid... Well I was a little tall.. Bright red hair is all I could see from him,
"Sorry about that," I said walking past him.
I looked back at him and he looked at me, he had a ton of freckles and large brown eyes.. Honestly he looked like the true embodiment of a nerd...
He smiled and I saw braces..... I was right..
"It's fine" he said, his grin took up half his face.. He had a tiny bandage on his nose and his eye was a little swollen....
He looked like he was going to say something until I realized I probably didn't want to talk to him.. I walked away and his smile faded quickly..
I just wanted to get through school and go home.. Every one of my classes was normal.. Until I got to the last class...
Art..
My favorite class for the entire day.. I was actually really good at art.. It was one of the only good things about school...
And of course it was over fast... I walked out of the room, ready to go back home.
That was until I heard the fighting...
Maybe it was Dave's stupid fight he was talking about... I might as well go watch before my mom gets worried and calls the school a million times..
I walked down the hall..
But I didn't expect to see what I did...
Dave holding up that nerd from earlier... What could he have done to get beaten up by Dave..?
I might as well try to help him...
