It's Me, Luke

5

13 January 2012

Friday

Dear Jane Doe,

Today is friday the 13th. And today I have proven that most people were right about the bad luck that comes along with this date: my day has been a mess.

I know, I know. Every day in my life is a mess. But this day was worse.

Johnny Furrow and his bestfriend Mike Hersk came to my seat during lunch, and brought me a tray of fries. I gave them a questioning look, doubting their actions, but Johnny said he only wanted to thank me for helping him out on Math. He looked quite convincing, and his smile was geniuine, so I took their bait.

Yup, bait.

Turns out, underneath the tower of fries were earthworms they got from the school garden. I almost ate one since it was showered with cheese and looked like a fry, and I had really a bad eye sight, so I really didn't know it was a worm.

Johnny and Mike gave me earthworms on fries.

When will these fuckers ever grow up? Really, earthworms on fries? Very damn mature.

As an initial reaction, and also of shock, I accidentally flipped the tray over the table, so the worms spread out on the floor and people started screaming and girls flipped out and bam, the fiasco started.

Of course, the little accident went straight to the principal's office.

That was my first freaking time getting called at the principal's office.

I explained myself very well, but the evil two had a very persuading excuse.

"Sir, we did nothing, " Mike explained, his face straight. "Johnny and I weren't even there when this guy's worm friends spread out!"

"Sir, that's not true, they were--" I said, but was cut off by Johnny's elbow having an impact on my ribs. I flinched and looked at him, and he glared at me, his eyes dilated, obviously telling me not to continue my sentence.

I wanted to, but I couldn't. Johnny could do much worse things to me when I tell Principal Grates.

So, licking my lips, I said, "Sorry, Sir, it was for a science experiment and I really didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry."

The principal looked at me with disbelief. "Really, science experiment? You're better than that, Townsend."

Johnny and Mike chuckled their arses off, and I just bowed down in shame.

"Anyway," Principal Grates cleared his throat. "Luke, you are going to be in detention for two days, after school. Community service on a Wing A. You'll start on Monday."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the Principal didn't let me.

"No excuses, decisions made. All three, get out of my office!"

And so we did.

Mike and Johnny laughed as we got out of the office.

"Nerd," Mike said to Johnny, but was obviously intended for me. "Asshole says it's for a science experiment."

And then they laughed again, heading down the hallway. I kept my pace, trying my best to walk ahead of them, and when I was, I stopped.

"Why?" I said as though it was a statement than a question, and then stepped closer to Johnny. Good thing I was on the same height as him, otherwise I'd look very abashed. "Why?" I repeated, this time my gaze was directly at Johnny's eyes.

I wasn't even scared, but I was angry. Never have I ever been sent to detention ever in my life! And now I've been, because of those two's stupid prank.

Johnny snorted, a smirk on his face. "What are you going to do to me, nerd ass?"

"I helped you in math, what did I ever do to you?"

"Who cares if you helped me in math? No one, Luke. Now if you get out of the way, nerd ass, I'll save my knuckle sandwich for some time."

The two shoved past me, and I almost fell down due to the force they've exerted. My face was raging red, and I swear at that moment I felt like killing him the slowest way ever possible.

If only I could.

I should have known. I should have known that was going to happen, and just ran away when he offered the fries like I normally would. Shit, when have I ever learned?

Right now, as I'm typing this letter, my hands are shaking in despair. I seriously want to punch a wall or better yet his goddamn face.

But my body says I can't.

Why, Jane, why couldn't I be like the others? The others with built body that could go through many football players and get out alive and well? Why can't I be like Arnold Schwarzenegger or some bad-ass body builder?

Maybe if I was like that I wouldn't be experiencing this shit. Ever.

What's wrong with me?

I will forever wish you could answer that.

But I know you can't.

This is enough. Write to you soon. Bye.

Luke