"Jeff how'd you?" That was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they run, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Lui made it to school, they didn't tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen.
Lui just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the ugre to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn't be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy.
When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.
"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.
"Mom, they were the ones who pulled knifes on me and Lui.
"Son" said one of the cops, "We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Lui had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Lui.
"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.
"Sir, it....it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Lui tried to hold him back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.
"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy."
"Wait!" says Lui. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Lui.
"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggel.
"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Lui held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.
"No Liu, it was me! I did it" Jeff had tears running down his face.
"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Lui out to the patrol car.
"Lui, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.
"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We know it's Lui, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Lui inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff's face and knowing something was wrong.
"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thougth of Lui when it was his fault.
He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Lui JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.
