A Truthful Lie

Part I Chapter 1 rewrite

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Chapter 1

I'm following a red headed, freckled face kid to the 10th graders hallway because he claimed he saw some guys fucking with my sister. The teachers, admin officers, resource officers, vice principals, hell even the principal himself have all told me DO NOT get in another fight. They told me that if I get in another fight, when it's over, I might as well pack my shit and walk home because, after that, school would be the last thing I'd have to worry about. That warning had meant something when they told it to me a few months ago. It may have even meant something as late as yesterday afternoon. It means shit to me now. After the morning I just had, my days of caring about things are way over.

I can't help but think; as I follow this dude I hardly know into an obvious no win situation, that this is how Dad must have felt moments before he put that pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. He must have felt so weird, knowing his next action would end up destroying everything he ever worked for and loved, yet at the same time bringing the gun closer and closer to his face. That's the same feeling I have right now. I know the last thing I need is to get in another altercation. I know all I have to do is turn around, go back to class and handle whatever issues arise with sis when I get home. I know all this but for some reason I just keep following.

"We're almost there bro. I saw them right outside the 10th graders hall. You know, where the buses come after school?" , the kid informed me with a sly smirk. He knows luring me into this trap is going to spark fireworks. It isn't that hard of a conclusion to arrive at. Though me and my sister have only attended this school three months, our reputations are already pretty much baked in. She stands barely 5 feet tall, maybe 100 pounds and painfully shy around people she doesn't know. Me, 6' 2" about 200 pounds and never know when to shut the hell up. So the natural order of things normally ends with her getting fucked with and me storming out of nowhere with sleeves rolled up ready to bam. Then once the smoke clears I'm sent to the cool down room till whenever Mom decides to show up and bail me out of trouble. I say whenever she decides to show up because ever since Dad's death she hasn't been what you'd call the most engaged of parents.

When Dad died she might as well have jumped in the casket after him because mentally, she pretty much just shut it down. She completely stopped giving a fuck which made me the closest thing my little sister had to a parent. And unlike Mom I take the job very seriously. So it doesn't sit well with me when kids pick on her. This is the reason for at least two of the altercations that have gotten me in trouble so far this year. The other three or four dustups? Well let's just say being a protective brother isn't my only trigger for violence.

As we pass into the 10th graders hall, we hear the final bell sound off, clueing all kids not yet seated in a classroom that their officially late. The sound puts pace in the steps of those students still lingering around. We hear lockers slamming and the squeaking of sneakers against waxed floors as they scurry to their destinations.

A group of girls hurry past us to whatever class their late for, but can't seem to tear their attention away from the odd couple me and my new acquaintance apparently make. Why the hell is a tall, pissed off looking black dude and short, freckled face, nerdy looking white dude walking together, on the wrong hall, in the wrong direction, their faces seemed to ask? Their eyes follow us curiously. One girl whispers to the rest and the small group burst into giggles.

I know one of the girls from a quick little flirting session earlier this year. The slim one with red skin and hazel colored eyes. Her name is Perla or is it Persa, something like that- well anyway Sasha told me she had a crush on me so we exchanged numbers. It was in those first couple of weeks, when you're new to school and everybody's still trying to figure out what social circle you belong too.