My Dream Book

July 1

I was at my uncles house for a family reunion. I was outside and my uncle was getting up in my face for some reason. He got up and started yelling at me. I got up, kicked my chair down, and stared him down the whole time.

"Oh, bây giờ bạn đang cho tôi thái độ, đúng không? Huh? Những người bạn của bạn làm việc với điều đó dạy bạn cách đối xử với những người thân như thế này, huh?"

"Nếu bạn nói một từ khác về bạn bè của tôi thì tôi sẽ đánh bạn, bạn hiểu?" I growled back.

He turned back toward the house and shouted, "Nhan! Chúng ta phải dạy con trai bạn một vài cách cư xử!"

A few seconds later, my dad came outside, with a smile that was all too familiar with; he was going to beat me.

My uncle turned to him, mirroring his smile. "Con trai của bạn đang rất thiếu tôn trọng!"

"Có thật không?" My dad's smile grew wider. He produced a four foot metal rod. He must have been hiding it up his sleeve.

I didn't even flinch. In fact, I developed a smile of my own. "Cuối cùng, tôi đã chờ đợi điều này!"

I crouched into a fighting stance, adrenaline pumping through me, I was getting excited.

I hear shouts coming from inside the house. Multiple people came out of the door, many were holding sticks or rods or clubs.

I also heard a voice behind me too. "Sup Aqua Smurf?" I turned.

Standing there was my friend from swim, and the rest of varsity behind her. "We were having a little party over there," she pointed to a house across the street. "And we heard shouting. Duy translated all of it so here we are!"

I turned back around. My dad was right in front of me. He had given his rod to my uncle. He swung first, and hit me full in the face, but I didn't even move.

I didn't hurt. Actually, it felt really good. I hit him back in the stomach, and laughed. He stumbled back, tripped over his feet, and landed on his back. My uncle and the rest of my family rush at me.

The swim team rushed back, screaming bloody murder, with me in the lead.

After the fight.

The entire house was a mess. Unconscious and bleeding bodies everywhere. Only me and my friend was still standing. We had scrapes and bruises all over.

I went over to her. I wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

"It's no problem. I've always wanted to do that."

I smiled. "Let's go fix you up at Doctor Ducky's hospital."

She laughed. Then she screamed. "ROGER, LOOK-"

That was all I heard. I felt a body slam into my back. I toppled forward onto my stomach.

"Tôi đã có bạn ngay bây giờ mảnh vỡ!" It's my dad.

He grabs my arm and pulls it from under me onto my back. He bends it into an arm bar, and slowly pulls it. I hear a snap, feel a jolt of pain, and yelp.

I roll forward, trying to move him; putting more pressure on my arm. I scream, but keep rolling. I finally move him, and he collapses face first into the ground. I get up quickly and wrap my bicep around his neck, cutting off his air supply.

"I GOT HIM. GO. NOW. GO TO THE KITCHEN. CROWBAR UNDER SINK!"

She ran off.

Suddenly I get hurled over his shoulder and slam onto the ground. He puts his forearm on my throat and digs. I start to croak, but I get cut off. Everything starts turning red.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see my friend rush back, crowbar in her hand. She screams and drops it.

I go limp, playing dead. He drops me and I crumple. He starts toward my friend, who scrambled for the crowbar.

My dad got to it first. I silently get up and pull out a switchblade from my back pocket.

I flick it open; the sound of it makes him turn. I shove the blade into his chest, and shove him back. He slams into a wall, and my legs buckle. My friend catches me. I black out.

I wake up.