The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 6 ☫

☫ Chapter 6 ☫

Something I really can't do is fighting.

     Either verbally or physically. If I'm in a verbal fight I start stuttering and that's already a default and physically I can barely raise a fist. Even if we're speaking religiously, I just can't fight. I'm one of those people who are incapable of combat and as a human that seems to be an issue. And in other regards that means I can't do simple things like defending myself or I don't know...maybe stopping a criminal from let's just say shooting people?

     Does that seem terribly specific? Well, as the bystander to this, I am in the process of witnessing it. I say in the process because the woman holding the gun hasn't shot anyone yet. I have a keen suspicion that she doesn't plan to, of course, that can change at any given moment. It could be the very fact that it's still in safe mode but no one was really trying to be observant to realize that.

     Which is understandable in such a case where they are being threatened. I'm sort of freaking out myself. And that was a given based on the panic attack signs I was letting on. 

     I forgot to make myself a breakfast after I made my grandparents. Jeff was yelling about how we had to leave and so I quickly rushed out. Ignoring the complaints of my stomach as it growled.

     Grandma asked me to go to the post office and ship a package. I was going to go to Tobe's place and hand it to his dad since he is in charge of the Post. He once informed me that I could do that whenever I deemed necessary. I figured it wouldn't be too nice to do that at such an early time in the morning. He was probably too busy. Plus, Jeff wasn't in the mood to drive all the way to them. School was going to start in an hour and I needed to hurry up before Jeff decided to drive away and leave me here at the Post Office.

     Apparently, trying to be a good person leads one to bad situations. If I may? This one is a great example. See, here I am, innocently standing in a long line on a dreary school day. Minding my own business much like everyone else. Most were occupying themselves with their phones while I fiddled with the holes in my hoodie, gulping every now and then, hoping that I wouldn't cause a disaster with these powers that I still had no control over.

     Rubbing my tired eyes, I yawned. Thankfully, I had some sleep last night. Free of dreams and everything. I followed the slow movements of everyone as we all waited.

     I hid my face with the sweater and sighed in relief once it got to my turn. Grabbing the package out of my backpack, I quickly handed it to the clerk, patiently watching her weight it and estimate the price of shipping.

     Yet, all was too peaceful for there not to be some form of disruption and chaos.

      I didn't notice the dubious and wary woman entering the already filled room. Adding just another person who wanted to be anywhere but here. I wasn't even aware of her trembling hands or nervous clicking of the tongue she wouldn't put a pause to as she stepped in the line. It wasn't her baggy clothes or greasy hair that brought me to observe her. The way her eyes dropped down as heavy bags laid under them. Or how she had on a sullen pout. Her cheekbones were sticking out sharply and her lips were chapped.

     No, it somehow wasn't any of that which made me look over to her direction. I paid no attention until she yelled a threat and it was then that I was able to take in her appearance and weapon.

     Yes, just the regular day as a citizen of the United States. People playing with guns like it's legal. I clenched my jaw while bawling my fists and with the others, I knelt down to the ground.

     The Carson Post Office was at the corner of town and not many people mindlessly strolled outside. To be frank, it's scarcely filled as much as it is now. It might be the fact that there's a certain sale on stamps but I'm just throwing in a suggestion. Honestly, stamps are expensive so if that's the reason it makes perfect sense.