Hell of a new god
Josiah smiles weakly at me. Isaac Brodie, the boy who lost his brains. The boy who fights with the fathers. Mother packs my lunch, the same everyday. Three snacks and a peanut butter sandwich. We don't have tuck shops at school, as that is an abomination. We walk to school, in the cool autumn wind. This new kid is not going to last, with me beside him. Samson's group will attack him like hounds. Or surprisingly, they may show mercy. Then let him become one of them. When I arrive, the school is in its normal dullness. Everything seems the same. Until I feel a pat on his shoulder. I slam it away, my body is ready for defence. It's only Father Ludwick. He sighs and does the cross.
"Bless this child".
"Yes Father".
"Father Hugo wants you, to meet the new boy".
I don't want too. But it means less torture from the fathers. Hugo is talking a young boy. From the back. His skin is caramel and his hair is gelled and neat. His uniform looks brand new. I look down at mine and shake my head. Father Hugo notices me and fakely smiles. It's a raw, uncooked smile which seemed only formed at the minute.
"Isaac Brodie, I would like you to meet Abel Taraza".
The boy looks at me and smiles. He's really...
My heart starts to beat faster, I feel my face flush. I look at him blankly, my body stuck in the spot.
"Praise the lord, Isaac", says Abel smirking.
He's a godly boy. How are we to get along?
"Sit down!", demands Hugo. Abel flinches at the tone of his voice.
I mindfully obey and sit on the chair next to Abel. His face his smooth. His lips are rose red. Abels posture is straight, a little like mine. His neck I can imagine is soft like candy floss. I tried that once in the library when it was fantasy book day.
"Hello Abel".
Abel's body is slim and....
"Isaac, Abel is going to be in your class. How about that. Show him around and keep him company. Be a heavenly boy".
"Yes, father".
I am not in the mood to be difficult. The last few days I have been a rebel. I have always been a good godly boy.
The bell rings and Abel trails behind me.
"Jeez, is that your 'leader'".
I stop at look at him. Something looking at him makes me feel....complete.
I show around the lunch eating area, the hallways which give me nightmares. Bathrooms and offices. Finally we leave to the classroom.
"Ahhh...you must be Able Tazara. I am Father Hope.Welcome to the Catholic school of Godly boys".
I think Abel wants to laugh. What a dumb, retarded name.
"Thank you, father".
Noah and the gang eye him, their glaze crossing his beauti- Stop it. That is a sin, looking at a boy in that way.
They nod at each other slyly. But couver at the sight of me. The wounds I have given the two boys show clearly. In the bible a man's strength is shown in battle. I may be able to say the same for myself.
"Abel, every day we write a psalm or a verse. Today we write psalm 2. Please write neatly and consistently".
He nods in understanding. Father grins, his new favourite student. I was once in that position.
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Hidden shadow of youth
SpiritualIsaac is a christian boy He reads psalms every day to his family from the Holy Bible He blesses his sisters in good marriage He listens to the pastor speak of the words of god He tries to not defy the elders But sometimes it doesn't work Because of...
