May Fever

May 16th 2014

QUIET:

in which a character witnesses a fight

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I lazily sat up in my bed, rubbing my tired face. It was finally Friday, but it felt like it was Monday. I couldn't wait to finish this week off. I needed the weekend to relax, although there was a party tomorrow.

I was all alone in my room, Joyce decided to go home, and Jory was still not talking to Joyce. But, right after I woke up, he walked in, and slumped to the ground.

"I tried talking to her," he admitted, talking his glass off of his face. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I froze and left," he complained. He lied on the ground and groaned. "Why do feelings have to do this to me?" He said angrily. I rolled my eyes and walked to the washroom.

"Hurry up!" He yelled. I snapped him a look before walking in.

~

"You can still keep trying," I chimed as I ate my breakfast. Jory fixed his untidy hair and shook his head.

"Why bother? She's going on her date tonight, and who knows? Maybe they'll hit it off," Jory said, like he knew that they would. I had to admit, it was obvious that Shane did like her, but Joyce was still tied between him and Jory.

At least with Jory, she liked him before his massive puberty change, so it was more personality over looks. Shane was nice, but...

But nothing.

I found myself agreeing with Jory, although I wanted to disagree. But he was right, maybe this will be the change Joyce gets in her life.

Maybe this is what will finally initiate change and moving on for her.

Jory and I walked into the school slowly, not noticing that students were running towards something in the hallway. Jory and I continued walking until Iris stormed towards us.

"T-there y-you are!" Iris panted, her black hair floating all over the place as she bent over to catch her breath.

"Iris," I said as I lifted her up. "What's wrong?" Iris looked up at me, her green eyes glinting.

"Darius," she began, still gasping for air. "H-he's f-fightin-"

"Say no more," I interrupted, my legs leading the way as I sprinted down the hallway, pushing everyone out of the way.

That was where I saw it.

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I saw the blood, the bruises, and the anger. It was a violent red that was turning blue. But why? Why early in the morning?

I angrily pushed my way through the big crowd and found myself confused with what to do. I didn't know why they were fighting, but I felt as if it was my fault. I looked around and walked towards Andre, who was aimlessly trying to stop the fighting.

"Hey," I yelled. "Why are they fighting?" Andre backed up and ran a hand through his curly hair.

"You tell me," he said before trying again. I pushed him back and stared at them. It was a while until Darius saw me and dropped his hands, blood dripping from his nose. Wayne coughed beside him, his knuckles dripping blood onto the white floor. Everyone ran away until it was eventually just the three of us.

I stood there, looking at the disgusting mess. I felt my chest tightening as I felt guilty for what they did. But was it really my fault? No.

They were the ones who decided to fight. They were the ones who thought that fighting could solve this dispute. They decided to do this, not me.